Bang Bang

Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers
 As I hit another station on the radio
 Tune out, turn off, see ya' later,
 It's the same sad story everywhere I go
 The more I look the less I find
 It's getting hard to ease my mind
 Small talk or the classical station
 "Soft Rock" for the lost generation
 Country music's in a sad situation
 Who says those boots and cowboy hat
 Can keep that kid from singin' flat
 All that I want is just to hear something that's real
 A little heart and some emotion I can feel
 Instead of,
 Cellifane plastic, glamorized high tech
 Pierced skin, "New Trend" children playin' them
 Sub-par rock stars, with out-of-tune guitars
 Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers
 As I flip though the stations on my radio
 Not this, not that, what's the difference
 It's the same ten songs I already know
 Consultants make their little list
 No wonder that it's come to this
 Teen queens with a ten minute future
 Rap acts known to the prosecutors
 White kids who whine like a loser
 And rant and rave, pretend they're mad
 Then cash those checks from dear old dad
 All that I want is just to hear something that's real
 A little heart and some emotion I can feel
 Instead of,
 Baggy pantsed boy groups, dancin' with drum loops
 Quantized hip jive, gets by modified
 Real cool gene pools, who have to use Protocols
 Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers
 (Not again)
 Tune out, turn off, see ya' later
 Shoot Shoot