Songtext von Pop Idle

There's no soul in the songs you sing But that's not why i'm pissed off What positivty could you ever bring? Fast as the hype just as quickly forgot Just a performer and nothing more Yet we read about everything you do All part of the plan to pacify Trivial lives dominate the news We'll strike The media surrounding you Controlled by the elite Dictating what we all should think Distorting our history Its all about names and dates to you I make the most of my agency If there's one thing i'm sure to do Be on my guard and switch off the tv Hold my attention Turn out the lights Feeling so hollow, lost and empty But now i see through this I'm sure of myself Won't hold my attention We'll stirke