We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens Of war, we don't speak anymore, Dark is the light, The man you fight, With all your prayers, incantations, Running away, a trivial day, Of judgment and deliverance, To whom was sold, this bounty

You cannot run, you cannot hide or fly away Escape from yesterday, try to hide when you see me Cannot run from the fury When I repent that I'm the cover of the magazine And even thought I know it's all what I wanted I wish to be beheaded by a guillotine

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

Don't wanna feel another touch Don't wanna start another fire Don't wanna know another kiss Don't wanna give my heart away To another stranger No other name falling off my lips Or let another day begin Won't even let the sunlight in Oh, I'll never love

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

It's only words, and words are all I have To take your heart away You think that I don't even mean A single word I say Smile an everlasting smile A smile can bring you near to me Don't ever let me find you gone 'Cause that would bring a tear to me This

I am an outcast I'm a nomad without home I am an outlaw I'm disowned And I am no man's son The first man I killed was the earl's right-hand man When he came to take her away I ran his own sword straight through his throat

With the cuts and the bruises It drives me away But it turns me on Like a stranger's love It rockets through the universe It fuels the lies and feeds the curse And leads me to be Rose tinted view

We start believin' now that we can be who we are, grease is the word We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far I saw my problems and I'll see the light We got a lovin'

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