You want everything, you got a radio show
'Cos you like everything you should get out of my world
They just happen to be in love with you, in love with you
But you happen to be so dangerous
So dangerous
They are not entertained so go sell your soul
They're feeding on the waste, at least do something
I know you won't, and they're buying again now
They're buying again now
You repeat everything 'cos you lack your own thoughts
You're always playing old idols 'cos you're tasteless and worn
Still they happen to be in love with you, in love with you
And you happen to be so dangerous
So dangerous
But they'll never get this
No they'll never get this
You still don't get it
You never take risks, where they profit you go
But who the hell am I kidding? You must be proud of your shows
They just happen to be in love with you, in love with you
And you happen to be so dangerous so dangerous
They are not entertained so go and sell your soul
They're feeding on the waste at least do something
I know you won't
And you cannot regret it now
No, you cannot regret it now
You cannot regret it now
You cannot regret it now
You can't take it back
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They make me program that
I don't think you understand
They speak through us
They trust what's in the air
They were not trained to doubt
They're shallow and daft
They make me program that
I don't think you understand
They speak through us
They trust what's in the air
They were not trained to doubt
They're shallow and daft
They make me program that
I don't think you understand
They speak through us
They trust what's in the air