Turn off tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On tha radio, nah fuck it
Your savior's my guillotine, crosses
And kerosine

Merge on tha networks, slagin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang,
Let 'em hang
While tha paranoid try ta stuff tha void
Let's capture this am mayhem

Undressed, and blessed by the Lord
Tha power pedulum swings by tha
Umbillical cord

Shock around the clock, from noon
'Til noon
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha
Womb

Terror tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta head
Rush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats

Undressed and blesses by tha lord
Tha same devil that run around managua wit a sword
Check tha new style that ollie found

I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down
Tah devil sound
Tha program of Vietnow

Flex tha cerebellum, fire
Somebody gotta shell 'em
Those evil angels lists, hittin' tha am
Playlost, paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, signle woman tha one
Without a room
The transmission wippin' our backs
Comin' down like bats from Stacey Coon
Terror tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict oh shit I got a head rush

Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Throw from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonate unwound ta
Shutdown tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in Vietnow

Is all the world jails and churches?