a song.

[parkit]

i'm the new kid on the industry block
raised on the classics from sunhouse to bach
fool on the hill, bullshit bill
a phonebook directory full of mad skillz
hey hey grammy, you never saw me coming
you were busy on your knees keeping eminem humming
freedom is a crock, the business doesn't rock
you keep out the good stuff with your radio lock

one day you will say
where has the music gone
you'll turn on your radio only to find
it's all been replaced by dollar signs
and you'll still find us
kicking out the rock down on first avenue
you can do your best to try and put up a fight
it won't do no good because the vibe is too tight

publisher's clearinghouse, you've got better odds
than trying to get your music past the corporate squads
all dressed in black, face shields down
billy clubs banging, gonna kick you when you're down
and mtv too, what's the deal with you
i'm so sick of your sexy-dancing teeny-bopper crew
what's up with the guns, i hate the word whore
if money makes you act like that i think i'll stay poor

one day you will say
where has the music gone
you'll turn on your radio only to find
it's all been replaced by dollar signs
and you'll still find us
kicking out the rock down on first avenue
you can do your best to try and put up a fight
it won't do no good because the vibe is too tight