Pop Will Eat Itself: Radio P.W.E.I.

OK everybody, we're the hi-tech gurus, TV and video, here to go-go, All the rage, always on the front page news, On Radio PWEI, turn it on and turn it up high, And if you don't like the Poppies that's your hard luck... Like a ten truck, don't give a f**k, It's finger-licking finger-clicking, We cut and strut with military precision, All cards are marked; unanimous decision! Squeal like an eel, squirm like a worm, My mike sounds nice and the beatbox ticking, We're hot getting hotter...making ears burn! CHORUS Talking! What? Talking! Huh? Talking to you! We can rap we can sing a thing or two for you. The sky is the limit, the limit is the sky, We'll talk of anything , everything if you want, thing, Why? PWE...I Say don't worry, no hurry to fret, No jest, the best is yet to come And some are just dumb when they say it's no fun... They gotta learn, we're seriously delirious, the force is here with us... We ain't joking, we're just poking fun At those poking guns up each others asses At each and every turn. Rock so hard there's no time to roll When the Poppies are on patrol, on patrol, on patrol, CHORUS One-two check hi-tech in stereo, quadro, Anyway you go but loose, one-oh-oh-one uses, We got the juice to bruise the fuses The volume in this room is much too groomed, We need a big bad boom! Noise K.O.! Disco inferno! Hey ho...yo! Let's go! Gonna rock the show, blow the speakers, see them glow, So now you know it's not what you do, But the way that you do it, The speakers you blew but the way that you blew it, PWEI always knew it, Did it? We're through with it, hit it! We'll teach them all this song, it won't take long... -------------------------------------------------------------