Текст, перевод и аккорды “Radio, Radio”
- I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial Doing anything my radio advised With every one of those late night stations Playing songs bringing tears to me eyes I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver When the switch broke cause its old Theyre saying things that I can hardly believe. They really think were getting out of control. Radio is a sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they dont give you any choice cause they think that its treason. So you had better do as you are told. You better listen to the radio. I wanna bite the hand that feeds me. I wanna bite that hand so badly. I want to make them wish theyd never seen me. Some of my friends sit around every evening And they worry about the times ahead But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference And the promise of an early death You either shut up or get cut up; They dont wanna hear about it. Its only inches on the reel-to-reel. And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools Tryin to anaesthetise the way that you feel [chorus] Wonderful radio Marvelous radio Wonderful radio Radio, radio...
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