There are 8 million stories
about s** and violence
And I've heard them all
In this naked city if it sells a million
Then it must be true
It's time for celebration
Got to make a demonstration of our rights
And it's time to fight
We want some better stories
No boring glories No more easy lies
Transmission is my ambition
Like a real magician Not a politician
Transmission ambition magician conspiracy
Conspiracy for unity
If we started at opposite ends of the dial
and slowly turned
Would we meet in the middle of a story
That burned the book of love?
The rebels joined the system
They revel in the twisted song of pain
The pain that has no name
We've got some better stories
No boring glories No easy lies
They have ways to make us watch
They have ways to make us talk
They have ways to make us disappear
We have ways to look away
We have ways to disobey
We have ways to make them hear the music
There are 8 million stories
about s** and freedom
And I want them all
In this naked country if we sell a million
Then we will be true
We have ways to celebrate
We have ways to agitate
We have ways to make them hear the music
about s** and violence
And I've heard them all
In this naked city if it sells a million
Then it must be true
It's time for celebration
Got to make a demonstration of our rights
And it's time to fight
We want some better stories
No boring glories No more easy lies
Transmission is my ambition
Like a real magician Not a politician
Transmission ambition magician conspiracy
Conspiracy for unity
If we started at opposite ends of the dial
and slowly turned
Would we meet in the middle of a story
That burned the book of love?
The rebels joined the system
They revel in the twisted song of pain
The pain that has no name
We've got some better stories
No boring glories No easy lies
They have ways to make us watch
They have ways to make us talk
They have ways to make us disappear
We have ways to look away
We have ways to disobey
We have ways to make them hear the music
There are 8 million stories
about s** and freedom
And I want them all
In this naked country if we sell a million
Then we will be true
We have ways to celebrate
We have ways to agitate
We have ways to make them hear the music