Turn Off This Song (Before It Takes Your Soul)

Turn off the TV And kill the messenger Let's hang the DJ He lies in stereo Vote in our leader King of the media He'll be our brand new savior From the attack of mirrors Show us what we want Don't show us what we are Turn off this song And run On the first day We burned our books I guess the authors Were always the real crooks, huh? Not "too big to fail" Big business corporations CEO's who make a million livings working part time The one's who break a sweat We give em half a cent But they'll tell you fair is fair Turn off this song before it takes your soul Can't trust no radio Cause they got something to sell you And don't pick up the telephone Cause you never know who's calling you, do you? I smell a rat Dogs all attack Get out your gavels, with pitchforks in hand Turn off this song now and run Before it's too late Quiet down Now, listen Turn off the computer You got a life to live You'll end up a loser Without any wife or kids Could you imagine Being all alone? Choosing a different path than all your friends and leaving home? They'll never sing again But they can pay the rent So save your breath and spend Pick your poison A loaded handgun Or death by 1000 cuts Look at yourself in the mirror Is this really what you want? Wish I could die every morning Fantasize about it nightly Medicate myself highly and daily, yeah If we were placing bets I'd play Russian roulette With a loaded gun Turn off this song before it takes your soul and runs No, you can't trust no radio, No way Cause they got something to sell you Mmhm And don't pick up the telephone Cause you never know who's calling you, do you? Stay on your path Follow the cash Keep your eyes closed with your foot on the gas Turn up this song now and run Because it's too late Turn off this song before it takes your soul