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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Food for Thought (Pink Cream 69) · Yes You Can [Food for Thought] (Steve Harley) · Food for Thought (Young Rome) · Food for Thought Substitute (Heaven's Cry) · Thought for Food, Vol. 1 & 2 (Bronze Nazareth) · Food For Thought (10cc) · Healthy Food For Thought: Good Enough To Eat (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Angel Food for Thought (Meryn Cadell) – and 90 other albums »


Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me

I make records for music, not for the money
To some of you that
night stand
Formula music, girly guile
Genuine junk food for juveniles
Up and down the dial
Mercenary style

I watched the stars chuck down their
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand
Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed
Us with records and adverts for cat food
And I looked
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the cause so
Feel
knew, knew I build my world around you
I knew I had those feelings and I didn't want it to be
I thought by being with you, Girl I thought it would
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
[Chorus]
All my life, work like a dog
Raised by wolves, running from the law
All my life, chasing these chicks
Trying to get paid, make your own
parade
With no way to escape the confines of one's mind
A mental prison, a prism of thought
A crystalis of anger created by the action of strangers
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
before you start eating food in the game
Better bring something to the table

Too many man come in the game for two minutes
Shoot two videos, spit two
the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison

Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison
And any thoughts of taking me down is poison
Who want beef now, my heat
I open and fold ya thought he fucked a ogre 
I leave the cats the book of food stamps ???? 
The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal 
Adjust
I open and fold ya thought he fucked a ogre 
I leave the cats the book of food stamps ???? 
The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal 
Adjust
to keep in step with it
And surprise mc's cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause there's no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been
he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet

I'm starvin' to death
By
Bottles, bottles, pour it all
Please pour these bottles, bottles for our heavy hearts
Our heavy hearts
My love runs so deep, sit here and pray
To the East, to down South
It's all big
From the South, to overseas (put your radios up)
Yeah, c'mon

[Verse One]
Knock, knock (who's at the do'?)
It's P.A. baby
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out