Michael Franti & Spearhead

Listener Supported

Michael Franti & Spearhead


Six foot six above sea level 
I grab the mic because I take you to 
another mental level 
low power frequency radio modulation 
the big sound from the underground another pirate radio station 
we bring the truth to places truth is never heard before 
we bring the sound communication of our tribal war 
dark vision fly by helicopters in the night 
attempt triangulation of our station in the fight 
straight from the bass the deep down low precision 
high crime treason we broadcastin' sedission 
like the wall street mornin' afternoon edition 
commandeering airwaves from unknown positions 

(chorus) 
Live and direct we comin' never pre-recorded 
with information that will never be reported 
disregard the mainstream media distorted 
whoop! whoop! 
we comin' listener supported 

Don't take no prisoners if can't afford to feed none 
don't start no fights if you can't predict the outcome 
don't make donations where you cannot get your dough back 
fuck the apathetic bullshittas send em' all your prozac 
I will not climb into your telephone tree 
and "hell no you can't put me on hold!" 
it's the same recorded message you'd been singin' all along 
keep handin' us the bible while you walkin' off with all the gold 
the bureaucratic office sends you merry-go-rounding 
while the KKK police the streets by blood hounding 
interest on the credit card just keeps on compounding 
but the FCC can neva shut this pirate sound down 
(chorus)