Morning fields above the city
Its cattle-drive disgruntled moaning
In city's evening gutter, fights
Break out then up at last orders' cry

As they should sound
As they should sound
As they should sound
As they should sound

Early DJ perched at his station
Will fill the waves with bright dull twitter
The afternoon dignitaries gather
Have their fill, talking up and down

As they should sound
As they should sound
As they should sound
As they should sound

Night, and the songs in place
Drawn on the bow, plucked from the heart
Right in the mix, fixed to the bass
Strapped to the beat and locked in place