Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike TV
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Domb Harper
Songwriter
Lyrics
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Soulless, manufactured, superficial music
Dear Bill Hicks, it's pop o'clock they still suck Satan's cock
It's a shame, all they want is money and the fame
Coz it's not over now and we've got to back right up
Or we run the risk of burying what started off so smart
Well it's not over now and we never will give in
We'll flush away those mass produced pop turds that float to the top
Dear Bill Hicks, the passion's wained there are no Kurt Cobains
Simon's fat cow got milked to death no substance left remains
Coz it's not over now and we've got to back right up
Or we run the risk of burying what started off so smart
Well it's not over now and we never will give in
We'll flush away those mass produced pop turds that float to the top
Sick of hip-hop lite
And what the auto tune can hide
Beat the Brit-School brats
Joey go at them with a baseball bat
Coz it's not over now and we've got to back right up
Or we run the risk of burying what started off so smart
Well it's not over now and we never will give in
We'll flush away those mass produced pop turds that float to the top
Writer(s): Domb Harper
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