Jesus H. Christ sang a song about love - but nobody buys it

The law's laid down by the bottom line - and nobody defies it

It's a heavy rotation - that tells you what you need

Stay tuned to this stagnation - satisfaction guaranteed

By video and radio

They sold it to you

Cashbox, jukebox - brain control

Every song is perfect - (Ain’t it the truth)

End every face is perfect, oh yeah

Plastic heavy metal - artificial soul

Sanitized and glamorized - synthetic lies are bought and sold

Independent underdog fights to survive

It's so much cooler underground - classified and buried alive

By video and radio

They sold it to you

Cashbox, jukebox - brain control

Every song is perfect - (Ain’t it the truth)

And every face is perfect - (Ain’t it the truth)

Impersonal and perfect

Jesus H. Christ, take a look at us - the sum of all we've seen

Cold consumer zombies - with empty eyes and MTV

Video and radio

They sold it to you

Cashbox, jukebox -- brain control

Every song is perfect - (Ain’t it the truth)

And every face is perfect - (Ain’t it the truth)

Impersonal and perfect - (Ain’t it the truth)

Perfect… perfect… perfect… - (Ain’t it the truth)