Meet me at midnight at the broadcast tower high about the Hollywood sign
You bring your guitar and I’ll bring my radio, radio
Everyone will come from miles around to witness this beautiful sight
We’ll set bonfires, pretend it’s the 4th of July
This is the starting of a brand new revolution
Bite the hand that feeds
Stand up and fight against the messages that they’re sending…
Stop their frequency
You’re always taking, it’s never ending
It’s about time that we turned off the radio
Call the request lines and tell them that it’s over
You’re always playing all of the same songs over and over again
It’s about time that we turned off the radio
We’ll listen to be-sides and sing-along to anthems of the years gone by
Integrity and honesty will prevail tonight
When it’s all over, one question still remains
Why do so many bands never make it to the radio?
Look outside of your FM dial
They’re preaching lines in 4/4 time
A generation without a voice and stipped of pride