Oh Yeah!
I want to tell you about Dead City Radio, man
And the New Gods of Supertown
A world of magig lanterns and chemical blues A world where Xtands for 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 madicate
The witch Queen of mongo and hail the passing of King George Everybody is eating behalf of the Gods
And their plastic necks and silver teeth Is there life beyond what you know?
Hallucination thrives on my stereo
Antonishing skeptics wasted youth
She's an angel of odd in her birthday suit
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up Oh Yeah!
It's right here right now, that we best serve
The beast of transmission and the cool passing waves of ignorance
They say the heart is a lonely hunter
And the hardbox comes with a crime inside
Oh Yeah!
Today on this program you will hear the sound of our souls
We know that music is music but when we are together we've got power
We listen to the radio
Dead radio We listen to the radio
Dead radio
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