State Run Radio

Album: Lasers (2011)
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  • You must be, a radio station
    And who are we, we must be
    The number one songs, spinning all day long

    And over again
    And we know when
    When we call in
    And nothings free
    Sounds to me like
    State run radio

    We interrupt this broadcast
    To bring you this special message about the forecast
    The futures cloudy and it's raining on the poor class
    The roads to peace are closed, heavy traffic's on the war paths
    Love is balling on a budget
    The military's says its going to need more cash
    To keep fighting for your gas
    Keep us in our hoods and hope we never explore pass
    Stay inside of your half, believe the lies you learn in your class
    That there's no treasure in your trash and the ceiling has the same feeling
    That the floor has, and that's where you should stay
    This is what they play

    And over again
    And we know when
    When we call in
    And nothings free
    Sounds to me like
    State run radio

    You're now tuned into the weakest
    Frequency of fear, keep you locked right here
    And hope you never leave this, never be a leader
    Think inside the box, and follow all procedures
    Never ever believe that, you will never need this
    Hit up all your friends and tell them to repeat this
    Hi, your on the air, now what you want to hear?
    Well we ain't got the truth, but how about a remix
    Different is never good, good is only what we pick
    You ain't got a hit, unless it sounds like these did
    Not too smart you will be a superstar
    And if you dumb or something maybe you could be number one

    And over again
    And we know when
    When we call in
    And nothings free
    Sounds to me like
    State run radio

    So beware what's on the airwaves
    And be more aware of what's not getting airplay
    Independent spirit, you can barely hear what they're saying
    Truth ain't getting on like shampoo on an airplane
    Propaganda's everywhere, constantly on replay
    All the hits, all the time, back-to-back on relay
    We're really where it lives
    Make them hear the records we play
    Build your own station, become your own DJ's

    You must be, a radio station
    And who are we, we must be
    A number one song, spinning all day long
    And you put me on daily rotation
    You're on the air, we know you're scared
    But we don't care, we'll play this here

    Over again
    And we know when
    When we call in
    And nothings free
    Sounds to me like
    State run radio Writer/s: David Mazoor, Wasalu Jaco
    Publisher: Audiam, Inc., MUSIC ADMIN, INC., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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