Intro 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 swear I swear, Ill always say the wrong thing Even if they never play my music on the radio. Cause I cant help but be a mess. I'll never be like the rest. I couldn't, even if I tried. What is this robot sounding bullshit? They just don't care anymore. They 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. And we can sell our souls to the man. (Chorus) Go ahead and tell em that you heard me on the dirty radio, the dirty radio