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Let's save the world from all this badly manufactured music
Let's flood the charts with singer's who can sing and play guitar
Let's fly the flag for every real musician on this planet
Who has not succumbed to the likes of Simon Cowell and his "stars"

Well that's "stars" in quotation marks, coz that is where they should be
Not clogging up the airwaves with somebody else's songs
Let's re-educate the masses on the subject that this could
Musical lead revolution to which everyone belongs

And just because it's got a dance routine
And matching suits and smiles
Doesn't mean it's right
And children brought up on a diet of banality
Will never have the chance to think and hear something that means something real

Yes music has been watered down to numbers on a paycheque
For a man who's only talent's conning money out of kids
And I pray to god that people one day wake up to thi bull shit
But I'm pretty sure I'm praying to a god that don't exist

Because if there's a god in heaven he would never let this happen
Why give all these people talent that no one will ever hear
And you venerate these worthless dancing puppets of distraction
And further blur the line between fame and ability

And just because it's got a dance routine
And matching suits and smiles
Doesn't mean it's right
And children brought up on a diet of banality
Will never have the chance to think and hear something that means something real

And who cares if you can't sing as long as you can take your clothes off
Your semi naked body sells more records than your voice
And there's a never ending army of replacements on your label
Churning out the same old bile, give the illusion of a choice

And just because it's got a dance routine
And matching suits and smiles
Doesn't mean it's right
And children brought up on a diet of banality
Will never have the chance to think and hear something that means something real

Well maybe I'm just bitter, maybe I'm just twisted
Maybe I'm, just drunk and needlessly rambling along
Well if that's the case I'll raise a glass to every real musician
Who might never strike it rich, but at least write their own songs

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from Trial and Error (Digital Download Only), released January 1, 2011

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