You’ve got to dot your I’s and cross your T’s 

This communication will bring you to your knees 

I’ll show you a new way to see the true way 

Not perceived by your eyes but by true faith 

Guitars raging and the bass so low 

You can gain the whole world and lose your soul 

So, stand up your about to receive salvation 

So just believe 

Turn up the radio 

Turn it up till the speakers blow 

Turn up the radio 

Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the freak show 

Pseudo-intellectual with your hollow soul 

Stop do you really think you’re in control 

Look in the mirror tell me what do you see 

I see a fool staring back at me 

But you just keep digging, dig, dig down deep 

The harvest is ready you’ve got nothing to reap 

It’s time to wake up and look around 

You’re standing so tall while all your brothers hit the ground