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Too Much Information

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 22.10.2012

Destroyed by MTV,
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The Pressure's on the screen
To sell you things that you don't need
It's too much information for me

Hey TV Child look into my eyes
Here by intervention I want your attention

Promotion Boy in a suit and tie
He wants you to use it
You're too shot to loose it

It's pumpin down the cable
Like never seen before
A COLA (condom) manufacturer is sponsoring the war

Here comes the news with love from me to you

Destroyed by ABC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The Pressure's on the screen
To sell you things that you don't need
It's too much information for me

Turn on the tube
Hits you with the Groove
Advertizin muzik
We want you to choose it

These teeth are white trainers ULTRA BRITE

This band is perfect just don't scratch the surface

We covered all the angles
The survey people said
Just put us on the cover we'll be smilin anyway

This video was made with LOVE to you

Destroyed by BBC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The Pressure's on the screen to
Sell you things that you don't need
It's too much information for me

Destroyed by MTV
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The Pressure's on the screen to
Sell you things that you don't need
It's too much information for me

[MID8]

Dialate your MIND
Dialate your MIND
Dialate your MIND

Got to give it to me
Got to listen to me
Got to give in to me
Now I'm on the line

I try......


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