He was born in a broadcast signal   Held in the womb of a satellite   Once was cradled by radiation   He bathed in cancer with anticipation   Alpha and beta nursed him through the night   Oh dont you know? I dont make the rules...      Antennas are what make us breathe in comas   with life below us.   Lets tear those fuckers down.      In the shade of a blue-hue telly   he lets the fields change like channels   Just plug us into the rusty soil   In a transfusion of blood and oil   Now turn us on like electric candles