Jesus X Christ, sing 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

They sell 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?)

And every face is perfect

Oh yeah

Plastic heavy metal

Artificial soul

Sanitized and glamorized

Synthetic lies are what is sold

In a belly underdog

The voice to survive

It's so much cooler underground

Pacified 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?)

And personal and perfect

Oh yeah

Jesus X Christ, take a look at us

The sum of all we see

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?)

And personal and perfect (Ain't it the truth?)

It's perfect, perfect (Ain't it the truth?)

Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, yeah! (Ain't it the truth?)