Lyrics to all things small produce a spark by the Westside Daredevils

Camera Religion

This ain't no daytime television
There ain't no reason for you
To behave so
This ain't no camera religion
This epic monologue ain't gonna
Save the show
Oh No
That girl got no soul

September Gurl, it's January
You sucked out all the attention
A while ago
So hostile, so unnecessary
Whatever, ain't that something
If you say so
Oh no
That girl got no soul

Who would be the 
One to stop you
Babe you're on a roll

You break my heart, tear-jerk derision
You played this part out hard like 
An old pro
This ain't no daytime television
There ain't no reason for you
To behave so
Oh no
That girl got no soul