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 soloSo it was, I'm the living perfect godThat was the creator to rock the videoAnd now I can think as though in one yearThis commercial TV has it 25To do such here they sayIt's wide open, anything can happenQuite a lot of nerds that call yourself a pioneerToo goddamn conservative, take real chancesThere's that paper breadAccounts, never feels as badCall all the shots, try record companies nowNo assembly, nominate, or ruleForget honesty, forget creativityDon't spy the mostest, that's the name of the gameThey'll do something, no one will say whyIf they put out one too many lousy recordsCould it be they put out one too manylousy recordsBuy a homemade one insteadBefore the PMRC closes the stores downLet's sell themEmpty, but I can learn now