who would have thought this was written over 20 years ago?
Fun Fun Fun in the
fluffy chair
Flame up the
herb
Woof down the
beer
?(click!)?
Hi, I'm your video DJ. I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes. I wear a satin
baseball jacket everywhere I go. (
Yes, I know. No one wears a satin jacket anyone unless it's a wordthrowback/word - RR)
My
job is to help destroy what's left of your imagination, by feeding you endless doses of sugar-coated mindless garbage.
So don't create, be sedate. Be a vegetable at
home and thwack on that dial. If we have our way even you will believe this is the future of rock and roll
(background: MTV GET OFF THE AIR)
How far will you go?
how low will you stoop?
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated poop?
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation; making sure nothing's left to the imagination.
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
See the latest rejects from the muppet show wag their tits and their dicks as they lip-synch on screen.
There's something I don't like about a band who always smiles.
Another tax write-off for some
schmuck who doesn't care.
M.T.V. Get off the air!
And so it was, our beloved corporate gods claimed they created rock video.
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25.
"It's the new frontier," they say.
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve to call yourself a pioneer when you're too god-damn
conservative to take real chances.
Tin-eared graph-paper brained accountants instead of
music fans call all the shots at giant record companies now.
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the
mostest
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!? (
Yes, hell
yes - RR)