We'll be right back.
I'm your video DJ.
I always talk like I'm weaved out on quailies.
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go.
My job is to help destroy what's left of your imagination.
Like eating two endless doses of sugar-coated rye with fire.
Don't create, propagate.
You bet you'll end up holding a quack on that dial.
By the way, if you won't believe me, this is the future of rock'n'roll!
What do you say? Is this the future of rock'n'roll?
MTV!

Get up!
Off the air!
I'm part of what you call L.O.S.
It's a crime to hide your remorse.
I'm all in on it, it's not lucidation.
You're nothing but a piece of imagination.
MTV!
Get up!
MTV!
Get up!
MTV!
Get up!
MTV!
Get up!
MTV!
Get up!
MTV!
Get up!
MTV!

Off the air!
Yeah, you can do that from now on.
On VHS BACK!
Off the air!
Yeah, you can do that from now on.
Show up on your record!
MTV, get up!
MTV, get up!
MTV, get up!
MTV!
Stay superstitious!
MTV, get up!
MTV, get up!
MTV, get up!
MTV, get up!
Western House covers all the slam metal music into all ofiera when people are overwhelmed.
Get up!
Get up!
guitar solo
So it was, I'm the living perfect god
That was the creator to rock the video
And now I can think as though in one year
This commercial TV has it 25
To do such here they say
It's wide open, anything can happen
Quite a lot of nerds that call yourself a pioneer
Too goddamn conservative, take real chances
There's that paper bread
Accounts, never feels as bad
Call all the shots, try record companies now
No assembly, nominate, or rule
Forget honesty, forget creativity
Don't spy the mostest, that's the name of the game
They'll do something, no one will say why
If they put out one too many lousy records
Could it be they put out one too many
lousy records
Buy a homemade one instead
Before the PMRC closes the stores down
Let's sell them
Empty, but I can learn now