Songs on the Radio by Vigilantes of Love from album Jugular
Duration : 4 minutes & 2 seconds.
Listener : 106 peoples.
Played : 352 times and counting.
Pardon my imposition
And the slurred speech on my tongue
But I couldn't help but notice you were looking
For ruins to hide among
See, I've tried on all these faces
To see if they might fit
I've tried to mumble phrases
But I'm tripping over it
The songs on the radio just suck
I'm afraid
It is my turn to drive
And I can barely stay awake
Hazardous conditions
The pavement is wet
I've got an 18 wheeler future
Breathing down my neck
And the is icing over
And the brakes are shot to hell
And the voice on the radio says
"Here comes the '60s"
They were arguing the merits
Of Freud and Darwin on MTV
Oh, the things they foist upon men's minds
In the blessed name of free inquiry
Buy stock in psychiatric hospitals
Soon there'll be no vacancy
If they see no one's at home out there
Then someone else has got to fill that need
The songs on the radio still suck
I'm afraid
It is my turn to drive
And I can barely stay awake
I need someone tonight
My condition
I need someone tonight
You have got my permission
Now when a need is nonexistent
You've got to create desire
Eastern Europe is
The most likely buyer
They've been dying for it
Crying for it ever since the wall
For syringes, porn, designer drugs
Orgasms and shopping malls
Won't you pardon my imposition
And my lack of tact and flair?
I was looking for salvation
I was hoping you might tell me where
I can smell it on your breath
Smell it on your hair
I can almost reach and grasp it
But my vision is so impaired
'Cos there's dung on the airwaves
As far as I can see
As far as the ear can hear
In the 1990s
