Jesus H. Christ sang 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 - that tells 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)
End every face is perfect, oh yeah

Plastic heavy metal - artificial soul
Sanitized and glamorized - synthetic lies are bought and sold
Independent underdog fights to survive
It's so much cooler underground - classified 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)
Impersonal and perfect

Jesus H. Christ, take a look at us - the sum of all we've seen
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)
Impersonal and perfect - (Ain’t it the truth)
Perfect… perfect… perfect… - (Ain’t it the truth)