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Bang, bang, push, push go my fingersAs I hit another station on the radioTune out, turn off, see ya' later,It's the same sad story everywhere I go The more I look the less I findIt's getting hard to ease my mind Small talk or the classical station"Soft Rock" for the lost generationCountry music's in a sad situationWho says those boots and cowboy hatCan keep that kid from singin' flat All that I want is just to hear something that's realA little heart and some emotion I can feel Instead of,Cellifane plastic, glamorized high techPierced skin, "New Trend" children playin' themSub-par rock stars, with out-of-tune guitarsBang, bang, push, push go my fingersAs I flip though the stations on my radioNot this, not that, what's the differenceIt's the same ten songs I already know Letras de cancionesConsultants make their little listNo wonder that it's come to this Teen queens with a ten minute futureRap acts known to the prosecutorsWhite kids who whine like a loserAnd rant and rave, pretend they're madThen cash those checks from dear old dad All that I want is just to hear something that's realA little heart and some emotion I can feel Instead of,Baggy pantsed boy groups, dancin' with drum loopsQuantized hip jive, gets by modifiedReal cool gene pools, who have to use Protocols Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers(Not again)Tune out, turn off, see ya' laterShoot Shoot From Letras Mania