Dead Kennedys - M.T.V. - Get Off the Air lyrics
[Dead Kennedys - M.T.V. - Get Off the Air lyrics]
(Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb, woof down the beer
Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb, woof down the beer)
Hi, I'm your video DJ!
I always talk like I'm
Wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball
Jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage!
So don't create, be sedate
Be a vegetable at home and
Thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll
MTV, get off the air!
How far will you go, how low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with
Your sugar-coated swill?
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air!
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air!
Get off the air!
See the latest rejects from the Muppet Show
Shake their tit's and their dicks
As they lip-sync on screen
There's something I don't like about
A band who always smiles
Another tax write-off for some
Schmuck who doesn't care
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air!
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air! Get off the air!
Get off the air! Get off the air!
And so it was our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in twenty-five
"It's the new frontier, " they say
"It's wide open, anything can happen"
But, you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you're too goddamn conservative
To take real chances
Tin-eared, graph paper-brained
Accountants instead of music fans
Call all the shots at
Giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty, forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping and no
One will say why could it be they put out
One too many lousy records?
MTV, get off the air now!
Flame up the herb, woof down the beer
Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb, woof down the beer)
Hi, I'm your video DJ!
I always talk like I'm
Wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball
Jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage!
So don't create, be sedate
Be a vegetable at home and
Thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll
MTV, get off the air!
How far will you go, how low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with
Your sugar-coated swill?
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air!
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air!
Get off the air!
See the latest rejects from the Muppet Show
Shake their tit's and their dicks
As they lip-sync on screen
There's something I don't like about
A band who always smiles
Another tax write-off for some
Schmuck who doesn't care
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air!
MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the
MTV, get off the air! Get off the air!
Get off the air! Get off the air!
And so it was our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in twenty-five
"It's the new frontier, " they say
"It's wide open, anything can happen"
But, you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you're too goddamn conservative
To take real chances
Tin-eared, graph paper-brained
Accountants instead of music fans
Call all the shots at
Giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty, forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping and no
One will say why could it be they put out
One too many lousy records?
MTV, get off the air now!