The record deal was pretty good
The company said "we think you could
Get a hit happening and then let's see
For every dollar you earn
There's ten for me"
The record deal looked pretty unreal
Had goldleaf paper and a waxen seal
But one small clause just had me beat
Said "we own your heart, mind, soul and teeth"
"We own your heart and soul
We only want control"
They tell you life could be
SWEET AS RADIO (4 times)
The promo girls first floor were hip
Gave good advice on the launching trip
"Turn on your radio listen loud
Trust the company they need you now"
The record deal began to feel
Like a rope necktie with cuffs of steel
The guarantee was running out
With all we had
They threw us out
"We own your heart and soul
We only want control"
They tell you life could be
SWEET AS RADIO (4 times)
