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

Some got the go Some play the role Some scream out in horror just for show Some got no reason Some got no hope We like it loud Some like the violence Some like submission Some use aggression

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

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

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

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

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

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

We ain't supposed to love like that (We ain't supposed to love like that) What are we doing? Why do I feel good doing something so bad? Okay, okay it's my birthday, everyone left Role play, we could stop the role play, everyone left I'm making love to

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