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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 Letras de cancionesHe 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 (Thanks to Noise in the Attic for these lyrics) From Letras Mania