When I turn on the radio It all sounds the same What have these people done to music They just don't care anymore Chorus: Well, I swear I'll always say the wrong thing Even if they never play my music on the radio ‘Cause I can't help but be a mess I'll never be like the rest I couldn't, even if I tried What is this robot sounding bullsh** They just don't care anymore Why don't we get rid of all of the people And we can sell our souls to the man (Chorus) Go ahead and tell ‘em that you heard me on the dirty radio