Lyrics Radio, Radio - Elvis Costello
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
it's
old
They're
saying
things
that
I
can
hardly
believe.
They
really
think
we're
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
don't
give
you
any
choice
'Cause
they
think
that
it's
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
they'd
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
bed
You
either
shut
up
or
get
cut
out;
They
don't
wanna
hear
about
it.
It's
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
Radio
is
a
sound
salvation
Radio
is
cleaning
up
the
nation
They
say
you
better
listen
to
the
voice
of
reason
But
they
don't
give
you
any
choice
'Cause
they
think
that
it's
treason.
So
you
had
better
do
as
you
are
told.
You
better
listen
to
the
radio.
Wonderful
radio
Marvelous
radio
Wonderful
radio
Radio,
radio...
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