[Verse 1] Outta Control! — that was the start, Cable-vision rules? Man, Sharky tore 'em apart. Paintbrush graphics, VHS dreams, Broadcastin' from a fridge filled with fake limbs and screams. Sean the Producer, hid behind the lens, Alien mask and cam work — they were friends. Body piercings lyve, viewers turn green, "There's no place on TV for what we've seen!" [Chorus] 🎤 Lyve, loud, and off the air, They showed three seconds of butt — they didn’t care! From Fairfield halls to Bridgeport fights, They took your calls and shocked your nights! [Verse 2] W F A C, the halls ran hot, Editing on Amigas with CGI that rocked. No budget, no plan, just a Shark and a cam, Sean’s in the back yellin’ “DUDE, YES MA’AM!” Darla joined the He-Man crew, Montenairo’s ego? Public-access feud stew. Inner Circle rise, Monty throws a fit, Calls flood the line, “Who’s this Gus guy? He’s—” [bleep] [Chorus] 🎤 Lyve, loud, and off the air, Graphic Dahmer jokes with zero care. From banner signs to chatroom brawls, They fought the rules and wrecked the halls! [Bridge – Spoken, with distortion guitars] 🎙️ “This just in: Sharky’s desk is now clean. The Morpheus demo? A bit... obscene. Three seconds of sin, prime-time delight, Next week? Suspension. Yeah... sounds right.” [Verse 3] Taped it lyve, ran down the hall, No time to edit — chaos for all. Seemen-X taste tests, digital sets, Cable execs breaking out in cold sweats. [Final Chorus] 🎤 Lyve, loud, and off the air, Like pirates on cam with devil-may-care. Ten years strong, kicked off with flair — 🎤 This was The Lone Shark... beware! [Outro – in death metal growl or ridiculous falsetto] BE-WAAAAAARE!
