Dead City Radio And The New Gods Of Supertown

Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives Oh yeah! I want to tell you about dead city radio man And the new gods of supertown. A world of magic lanterns and chemical blues. A world where x stands of the unknown and y is the zero Sluggish drones assault my radio 20 mortal lashes of grotesque audio Glittering fountains Misspent youth I'm a rhinestone tiger in a leisure suit Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Oh yeah! We listen to the radio, dead radio I'll tell you one thing man: Nothing ever happens until you medicate The witch queen of mongo And hail the passing of King George. Everybody is eating on behalf of the gods With their plastic necks and silver teeth. Is there life beyond what you know? Hallucination thrives on my stereo Astonishing skeptics Wasted youth She's and angel of odd in her birthday suit Turn it up turn it up turn it up oh yeah We listen to the radio, dead radio We listen to the radio, dead radio It's right here now that we best serve the beast of transmission And the cool passing wave of ignorance. They say the heart is a lonely hunter And the hard box comes with a crime inside. Oh yeah! We listen to the radio, dead radio We listen to the radio, dead radio