I'm falling to pieces I'm falling to pieces, yeah I'm falling to pieces yeah Oh it don't breakeven no I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing 'Cause I got time while she got freedom And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK (One

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

Shut up, shut up, shut up Sit up, sit up, sit up, it's a kangaroo court A kangaroo court There's a dark part of town where the girls get down And I cannot wait for a chance to go Wait for a chance to go I got my bad luck shoes and every excuse to dance

And I don't even have to try And I don't see the world goin' by Just hangin' round Drivin' along with my radio on feelin' good Ain't got no lady but maybe I'm thinkin' I could I slept all day nothing to do I'm just hangin' around, oh yeah Thought I was

Get fired up We're going interstellar Lit, like a supernova Blow it up, go Clap your hands to these bars Let the journey begin Outta this world What you are (who) Lil Jon (yeah)

You know what I mean Are possible Different types of love Born of a light Totally alive Now as I go upon my way So let me go upon my way The wind rushing round my open heart An open ravine

Well honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby With a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reachin' out to let you know That you're not alone And you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone

Down is the new up Topsy turvy town You crawled off and left us Is the new up Won't you be my girl? Get yourself together Let the light pour in Pour yourself a hot bath Pour yourself a drink

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd