You've been forewarned of the shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid
newsstand gossip that's stacked at your door.
You swallowed the last of free MA.
Car starts, four windows lowered away... last
views of cityscapes crumbling.
Skyscrapers sink into the ground.
All static, no noise... turn the radio down.
Those bandwidth signals can't reach this far.
Don't go holding out on me now (i thought that
you had come to expect more...)