Radio

Ouch
He’s chosen my attic
I feel it in the static
He lives in my basement
And I can hardly face it

My performance is easy
I am the god of romance
And in my confusion
I’ll have the right to reign

He’s stolen my Oscars
He trades all my jokes
He makes all my engines go ohohoho
He puts an e in the Arsenal

A comb in my 'fro
Divine retribution and away we go
Something’s happening I can feel it
Moving out of time you won’t hear it
Falling in the way you fear it

Jumping thumping shout at something
Jumping thumping shout at something
Listen to the radio

And you will hear the songs you'll know
Make it effervescent here
And you might have a job my dear
My dear

I’m searching for something
Beyond my understanding
Looking for meaning where nothing is demanding
There are no surprises where nothing is expected
If you offer nothing everyone accepts

He’s stolen my Oscars
He trades all my jokes
He makes all my engines go ohohoho
He puts an e in the Arsenal

A comb in my 'fro
Divine retribution and away we go
Something’s happening and I can feel it
Moving out of time you won’t hear it
Falling in the way you fear it

Jumping thumping shout at something
Jumping thumping shout at something
Listen to the radio

And you will hear the songs you know
Make it effervescent here
And you might have a job my dear
My dear