My favourite thing about Monday's - other than japanese - is getting the studio to myself for an hour. I use this opportunity to play as much rock music as I can without worrying about offending anyones musical preferences.

Transmission of a third world third rounf
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at a brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On the truth devoured
A Sillent play in a shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or fot the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectale monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord