Words and Music by Phil Keaggy

I hear your artificial laugh tracks, comedy n' riddle
Making light of a grave situation
Sitcom let me go
I'd rather hear the radio and listen to my favorite station

And all around the world
Satellite beaming bright, out into the starry night
But you're sending nothin' good enough to view
And you're saying nothin' worth listening to
You're doin' nothin' except for what profits you
You're doin' nothin' at all

You got your big stars and your little stars
And your "I wanna be a film" star
Glamourizing your sweet intentions
No morality, you got your own philosophy
But it's just a greedy invention

And all around the world
Satellite beaming bright, out into the starry night
But you're sending nothin' good enough to view
And you're saying nothin' worth listening to
You're doin' nothin' except for what profits you
You're doin' nothin' at all

You got a panoramic view of the ocean from your villa
Living high off your latest production
Meanwhile little good seems to come from Hollywood
Where they shoot another seduction