Pop Idle - Adequate Seven

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