You've been forewarned of the shakedown
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that's stacked at your door
You swallowed the last of free MA
Car starts, four windows lowered away last views of cityscapes crumbling
Skyscrapers sink into the ground
All static, no noise turn the radio down
Those bandwidth signals can't reach this far
Don't go holding out on me now (i thought that you had come to expect more)