Radio Songtext
von The Talks

Oh my radio, my radio,
Well who are we to argue
Oh my radio, my radio,
We′re still in love with you
Oh my radio, my radio,
Well who are we to argue
Oh my radio, my radio


With the precision of a butcher,
A voice fit for a choir,
I'm your loveable, well respected,
Upstanding representative for this town,
And your dreams are my dreams
And your problems are my problems,
And I would never tell a lie so
Everyone in line

Dream broken by the awful sound of the static on the stereo
Man say′s "He's too fat,
He's too old, Got wrong skin too"
And I have never ever said,
Any word a lie anything just like this Is fine,
Just to keep you in line