Richard Cheese - Guerilla Radio lyrics

Transmission third world war, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket on truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Lights out, Guerilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out, Guerilla radio Turn that sh** up Was it cast for the ma** who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons, bullets and bombs Who staff the banks? Who staff the party ranks? More for Gore or the son of the drug Lord None of the above, f** it, cut the cord Lights out, Guerilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out, Guerilla radio Turn that sh** up Lights out, Guerilla radio Turn that sh** up Guerilla radio Quit it now