Modern radio got hi-jacked by aliens with no taste, how else to explain the treacly sh** that pumps like infected smegma over the national airwaves.

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Probably caused by having to listen to so many bad writers and bimbo queens causing a diabetes epidemic across the American airwaves. You can't tell me Britany Spears and Justin Timberlake belong anywhere besides a Mattel package on a WalMart shelf.

Something New

When I first met you
I didn't have a clue
If I was meeting here
Or I was meeting you

The years have been kind
But is shouldn't take that long
To seee the course of History
And know where you went wrong

History is personal
Just in larger sense
To see what you've been up to'
Look at the evidence

It's not enough to follow
If you don't know where it leaves
Everyone gets something
According to their needs

No more angry prophets
Or philosophers of stone
You've seen the truth already
Leave the truth alone
If you get off the stage
the light will shine on you
In memory of your failure
To come up with something new
Come up with something new.

When I first met you
The clouds just rolled away
to reveal the light behind them
You helped me find my way

Everything is personal
And nothing means a thing
You could be driven like the devil
Or you could learn to sing

I don't have a lot of answers
But my questions are so few
If you have the right answers
Just one of them will do.

Repeat chorus