Bob Vylan - Turn Off the Radio (Radio Single) lyrics
[Bob Vylan - Turn Off the Radio Radio Single lyrics]
People is sick and tired
Of hearing, "Darling
I bloodclaat love you"
You turn on the fucking radio
Twenty-four bumboclaat hours a day
You hear, "Darling I love you"
I sick and tired of
Hearing that bumbo-bloodclaat
Turn on the radio, take a listen
What you missing?
Real shit. How did we get to this position?
I can't believe the bullshit
These man are spinning
Candyland bands all smiling and grinning
Meanwhile the whole country is hurting
There's a world outside
Pull back the curtain
That don't revolve around
Your unrequited love
And how her touch is like a drug
- pussy shut the fuck up
Lack of substance guiding the massеs
While real peoplе surviving on rations
Write a smash hit while
The country is crashing
Your radio single lacks passion. Turn it off
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off the radio, they won't play this
Bands singing all day long
But don't say shit
Streaming's just as bad - I gotta remix
Two white boys to make the New Punk playlist
It's too urban, it's too this, too that
What they wanna say is too Black
(Too bumboclaat Black for them)
I guess real don't get rotation
So fuck your radio station. Turn it off
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
I am not singing darling
I bloodclaat love you
(Turn off the radio)
And come shake my rass
(Turn off that bullshit)
And I'll swim the ocean
And climb the mountain
(Turn off the radio)
Seen because I am going to
Kill the fuckery out there
(Turn off that bullshit)
Turn off the radio, turn off the radio
Turn off the radio, turn off the radio
Turn off the radio, turn off the radio
Turn off the radio, turn that shit off
Of hearing, "Darling
I bloodclaat love you"
You turn on the fucking radio
Twenty-four bumboclaat hours a day
You hear, "Darling I love you"
I sick and tired of
Hearing that bumbo-bloodclaat
Turn on the radio, take a listen
What you missing?
Real shit. How did we get to this position?
I can't believe the bullshit
These man are spinning
Candyland bands all smiling and grinning
Meanwhile the whole country is hurting
There's a world outside
Pull back the curtain
That don't revolve around
Your unrequited love
And how her touch is like a drug
- pussy shut the fuck up
Lack of substance guiding the massеs
While real peoplе surviving on rations
Write a smash hit while
The country is crashing
Your radio single lacks passion. Turn it off
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off the radio, they won't play this
Bands singing all day long
But don't say shit
Streaming's just as bad - I gotta remix
Two white boys to make the New Punk playlist
It's too urban, it's too this, too that
What they wanna say is too Black
(Too bumboclaat Black for them)
I guess real don't get rotation
So fuck your radio station. Turn it off
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
I am not singing darling
I bloodclaat love you
(Turn off the radio)
And come shake my rass
(Turn off that bullshit)
And I'll swim the ocean
And climb the mountain
(Turn off the radio)
Seen because I am going to
Kill the fuckery out there
(Turn off that bullshit)
Turn off the radio, turn off the radio
Turn off the radio, turn off the radio
Turn off the radio, turn off the radio
Turn off the radio, turn that shit off