Radio Death Song Songtext
von Mark Seymour

Spending the weekend at home
You're never alone
The neighbours at play

You're dreaming of paradise lost
You can't make the cost
Of great getaways

Creatures of habit go strange
All the little routines never change

On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
When you're still having fun

In your bubble
You know it's never trouble
To get nothing done

The radio plays the dead song
It drones on and on
Day after day


And just before you're overcome
There's work to be done
There's no better way

Well you're surfing the dial for the sound
Of sledgehammers breaking new ground

On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
When you're still having fun

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done

The dogs are barking
The cat's in the nest
Somebody loves you
You passed the test
"It's a beautiful kitchen
You been here a while?"

In the middle of nowhere


On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done