All down the AM and all up the FM dial,
I'm hearinsongs about nothinat all,
beauty that's skin deep,
love that comes so cheap,
they're singinso pretty bout nothing at all

All day long I hear the same five songs and the words go blah, blah, blah,

(Chorus)

The radio plays a whole lot of nothin
wish that they'd play
a song about somethin
cause all that you hear's so insincere,
But its comin in crystal clear

Perfect production without interruption,
and everybody loves it cause it sounds so sweet
They glorify sin, they sell sex
and then they all say Jesus in their thank-you speech

God gave us music so we should use it,
to sing with all our heart about the way we feel,
sing about love or whatever you think of,
it doesn't really matter just make it real