about sex 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 sex 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