what are you? the reincarnation of Lord Haw-Haw?
filling me with bits of disinformation
Ezra Pound couldn’t knock me down
he didn’t make nary a sound
come out where I can really see you
come out come out whoever you are
you’re no Radio Free Europe
you’re an all static am radio in a thunderstorm
I’m the voice of America in
a receivership of iron curtains
crackle pop crashhhh crackle crackle
nowadays though, I want it clear
we’re clearly not on the same frequency
I’ve tried to be clear channel with you
but you keep trying to sabotage my antenna
jamming my best of intentions signals
shortwave getting shorter all the time and so is my patience
so watts your problem?
I’m going off the air and I don’t know when I’ll be back
you can go play with your little transistors
the quality goes in before the name goes on
