Radio

Tony Venuto

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I like turning on the radio
When I'm running a little too low
Hear the melodies that came before
Stretching out across the floor
When the signal is coming in
I remember how to live again
But all the talk is getting old
It sounds like mind control

Gimme no more lies, no more hysteria
No lies, coming through in stereo
No lies, no more hysteria please
I want no more lies, no more hysteria
No lies, coming through in stereo
No lies, no more hysteria please

When you start to get long in years
Pretty soon you got to change your gears
If you got to break down in tears, go ahead
There is nothing stopping you here
When I want to get outside the crowd
Turn on that radio, clear and loud
But I'm only finding talk today
And I don’t care what they say
Treat the world like it’s some kind of zoo
Feeling clever in the interview
But the guests are just versions of you
Repetition doesn’t make it true

Keep telling lies on the radio
Try to spread the fear, they got a lot of fear
I really want to listen to what I don’t know
Got a lot to hear, there’s a lot to hear
I love any song that stirs the soul
My spirit was raised by rock and roll
It’s not a game, so stop keeping score
I don’t want to listen to you talk no more

Gimme no more lies, no more hysteria
No lies, coming through in stereo
No lies, no more hysteria please
I want no more lies, no more hysteria
No lies, coming through in stereo
No lies, no more hysteria please