We're lowering the standard in a process selective
The formula's too thin
But it takes more than one person, so everyone jump on
I'll miss you when you're just like them

Imitate and water down, selection breathes on its own
Before the crash I'll write it out: selection breathes on its own
Make them open the request line and let selection kill the old
Take back the radio

I remember back then thinking:
Easy comes but doesn't stay, what comes easy never stays
But the politics need means and business never leaves
You better sing now while you can