There was a song we used to sing   That we'll never sing again   Old tired bones depend-   On their easy answers and tired trends   Cheers to you my dead air friend   The frequencies are bleeding it   The frequencies are feeding it   The frequencies are breeding it   She's a tired lover, he's a dead air friend   Turn the dial or pull the pen   This is not a test (this is not a test)   No this is not a test- It's an S.O.S.   It's an S.O.S.O.S.O.S.O.S   The sound waves have been equalized   Neatly compressed, soothing for all   Counter culture has been commodified   Its bottom lines, nickels and dimes   Come on out and join the sing-a-long   The audio shopping mall   Prize-sterilized-monotone