FM - The Slits

I live in a town with a hundred lights around

My head is like a radio set

I’m waiting to hear what program is next

What program is next?

(FM)

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air

Serving for the purpose

Of those who want you to fear

They say it’s all right, but suspicion creeps in

My nightmares don’t project my dreams

I can’t but wonder what’s feeding my screen

What’s feeding my screen?

(FM)

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air

Serving for the purpose

Of those who want you to fear

Thousand nights of confusion wedged in my mind

Breaking down another illusion

Today’s transmission will give me the solution

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air

Serving for the purpose

Of those who want you to fear