THEY COULD TUNE US RIGHT
There’s a hum in your teeth and a tick in your ear
Static on the dial but the message is clear
Ain’t no flute ain’t no harp no righteous choir
Just a jingle to jangle your internal wire
That buzz in your bed not a dream my friend
That’s a government groove with a twist at the end
Could cure your back could sharpen your sight
But they’d rather just spin you into satellite light
They could tune us right oh yes they could
Make ya feel ten years young and twice as good
Fix your bones with a frequency beam
But they’d rather you scream in a popcorn dream
They mapped out your mood with a vinyl wave
Then sold you peace in a sponsored cave
They got tones that’ll heal and rhythms that mend
But compassion don’t trend and the budget won’t bend
They got charts they got graphs they got chords that bloom
They could clear your head like a sonic broom
But instead they twist the dial just right
And now you bark at stars in the middle of the night
They could tune us right but they won’t they won’t
They could drop the pain but they don’t they don’t
So clap along to the scrambled light
Cause healing don’t pay but confusion just might
Now accepting barter brainwaves or bonds
Offer void if clarity occurs