There are 8 million stories

about sex and violence

and I've heard them all

In this naked city if it sells a million

then it must be true



It's time for celebration

Got to make a demonstration of our rights

And it's time to fight

We want some better stories

No boring glories No more easy lies



Transmission is my ambition

Like a real magician Not a politician

Transmission ambition magician conspiracy

Conspiracy for unity



If we started at opposite ends of the dial

and slowly turned

Would we meet in the middle of a story

that burned the book of love?



The rebels joined the system

They revel in the twisted song of pain

The pain that has no name

We've got some better stories

No boring glories No easy lies



They have ways to make us watch

They have ways to make us talk

They have ways to make us disappear

We have ways to look away

We have ways to disobey

We have ways to make them hear the music



There are 8 million stories

about sex and freedom

And I want them all

In this naked country if we sell a million

Then we will be true



We have ways to celebrate

We have ways to agitate

We have ways to make them hear the music