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 lovе with you
In love with you
And you happen to be so dangеrous
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
(Dj's) Good morning Los Angeles
You're listening to Pop Rock Radio
Home of the immortal stars
It's 8 o'clock the hour of worship
Bow down!

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