Camera man, he drives his mini van   Shootin’ tapes for MTV   Crappy bands are still in high demand    From the music industry   Take your pick   Self righteous little dicks   Cause they all sound just the same   Help me please, they’re all around me      Comin’ to get her, the wetter the better, they’re never ever   Never ever ever gonna let her go   Leave your brain upon the doorstep    Leave your brain out in the snow      Hit me cuz the sound is going down   Hit me with sound   Cuz   We don’t need no noise pollution   Corporation Prostitution   Music by the institution   We don’t need hit music stations   Broadcasting abominations   Twisted corporate creations      What a star, he drives his flashy car   Livin’ like a freakin’ king   He can Rhyme, he drops rhymes all the time   Feels no need to learn to sing   Camera man, he’s shootin’ tapes again   Sick and tired of weak ass beats   One live feed directly to your brain      Hit me cuz the sound is going down   Hit me with sound      Hit me cuz the sound is going down   Hit me with sound   Cuz   We don’t need no noise pollution   Corporation Prostitution   Music by the institution   We don’t need hit music stations   Broadcasting abominations   Twisted corporate creations