Radio Country, that sodomizin' beast   Radio Country's been killin' me      They take hurtin' music, they turn it to trash   They fuck you right up in the ass, (boy)   They fuck you right up in the ass   And I hate the sound, that slicksoley sound, put it six feet underground, put that shit deep underground (I'm warnin' ya)      10 years from now, the old singer's will be dead in their graves    Who's gonna carry on that old time sound   Not those fuckers you hear on      Radio Country, that sodomizin' beast   Radio Country's been killin' me      They don't play Hank Williams or Old Johnny Cash, they fucked him right up in the ass (yes they did)   They fucked him right up in the ass (I'll tell ya)      That bullshit they play, it all sounds the same, 'cause the singers sing whatever they're told   cocksuckers got no minds of their own      10 years from now, the old singer's will be dead in their graves    Who's gonna carry on that old time sound   Not those fuckers you hear on that radio      Things are bound to get better   Someday you'll be happy   You're gonna find true love, and start up a family      Bullshit, fucking bullshit   and nothing aint never gonna get no better   no how      You gotta look on the bright side   take a walk in the sunshine   the Lord is on your side   and people are good      Bullshit, fucking bullshit   and nothing aint never gonna get no better   no how      If it's gonna rain, why don't it fuckin' rain?   If you gonna leave me darlin' go and leave   I'm tired of livin' for nothing   I'm tired of longin' for somethin'   Dead dogs in trash cans   Man it's all I can find      Bullshit, fucking bullshit   and nothing aint never gonna get no better   no how      If it's gonna rain, why don't it fuckin' rain?   If you gonna leave me darlin' go and leave      Yeah, take a look on the bright side   take a look on the bright side   take a look on the bright side   take a look on the bright side