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There was a song we used to sing That we'll never sing again Old tired bones depend- On their easy answers and tired trends Cheers to you my dead air friend The frequencies are bleeding it The frequencies are feeding it The frequencies are breeding it She's a tired lover, he's a dead air friend Turn the dial or pull the pen This is not a test (this is not a test) No this is not a test- It's an S.O.S. It's an S.O.S.O.S.O.S.O.S The sound waves have been equalized Neatly compressed, soothing for all Counter culture has been commodified Its bottom lines, nickels and dimes Come on out and join the sing-a-long The audio shopping mall Prize-sterilized-monotone