Microphone

[Verse 1]

I keep talking to the microphone

The microphone, the microphone

But it's like talking to a wall of brick

It makes me sick, it makes me sick

And tired of trying to tell the microphone

It doesn't seem to know

[Chorus]

That it's owned

It doesn't know it's owned

It doesn't know

[Verse 2]

A voice is speaking from beyond the grave

From in a cave, beyond the grave

The turning wheels of a cassette machine

Will reenact the buried fact

The dog who hears it cannot understand

His master's turned to sand

[Chorus]

And he's free

He doesn't see he's free

He doesn't see