Dead Kennedys — M.T.V. - Get Off the Air

[Intro] (Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, woof down the beer) Hi, I'm your video DJ! I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go My job is to help destroy what's left of your imagination By feeding you endless doses of sugar-coated mindless garbage! So don't create Be sedate Be a vegetable at home And thwack on that dial If we have our way even you will believe This is the future of rock and roll! (MTV, get off the air!) [Verse 1] How far will you go? How low will you stoop to tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill? You've turned rock and roll rebellion into Pat Boone sedation Making sure nothing's left to the imagination [Chorus] M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the air! M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the air! Get off the air! [Verse 2] See the latest rejects from the Muppet show Shake their tits and their dicks as they lip-sync on screen There's something I don't like about a band who always smiles Another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn't care! [Chorus] M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the air! M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the M.T.V, get off the air! Get off the air! Get off the air! Get off the air! [Bridge] And so it was, our beloved corporate gods claimed they created rock video Allowing it to sink as low in one year as commercial TV has in 25 "It's the new frontier," they say "It's wide open, anything can happen" But you've got a lot of nerve to call yourself a pioneer When you're too god-damn conservative to take real chances Tin-eared graph-paper brained accountants, instead of music fans Call all the shots at giant record companies now, the lowest common denominator rules Forget honesty, forget creativity The dumbest buy the mostest, that's the name of the game But sales are slumping, and no one will say why Could it be they put out one too many lousy records? [Outro] M.T.V, get off the air now!