When I turn on the radio
It all sounds the same
It all sounds the same
What have these people done to music
They just don't care anymore
They just don't care anymore
Well, I swear, I swear I'll always say the wrong thing
Even if they never play my music on the radio
‘Cause I can't help but be a mess
I'll never be like the rest
I couldn't, even if I tried
What is this robot sounding [bad word] They just don't care anymore
Just don't care anymore
Why don't we get rid of all of the people
And we can sell our souls to the man
We can sell our souls to the man
Well, I swear, I swear I'll always say the wrong thing
Even if they never play my music on the radio
I can't help but be a mess
I'll never be like the rest
I couldn't, even if I tried
Go ahead and tell ‘em that you heard me on the dirty radio
On the dirty radio
Go ahead and tell ‘em that you heard me on the dirty radio
On the dirty radio