I spend my nights down on the wharf In unlit alleyways By the church downtown Where Sally prays Come down sometime We'll share a rusty can of corn... And listen to the radioradio I love you, I love you, it says...

Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Who's in a bunker? Ice age coming Women and children first I'll laugh until my head comes off Let me hear both sides Throw it in the fire We're not scaremongering

You can't hurt me now I surrender You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you You can't reach me where I've gone to I surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radioradio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act

On videotape When I'm at the pearly gates This will be on my videotape, my videotape Mephistopheles is just beneath And he's reaching up to grab me This is one for the good days And I have it all here In red, blue, green Red, blue, green

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radioradio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Caspian's killer told me so Heard it now on the radioradio

Motherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radioradio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radioradio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about