Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

This is the place The smell of air conditioning The fish are belly up You’ve been stuck in a lift Empty all your pockets Because it’s time to come home Sit down, you’re safe now We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom It won’t hurt ever again

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

If tonight is the last night, I'll see you in paradise In paradise, the closer I get to you it feels like paradise And I'd do anything you'd want me to when we're in paradise I'll see you on the other side, where it's alright I'm here at the end, yeah,

Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight

We've come a long way since that day And we will never look back, at the faded silhouette Press play, fast forward Non stop we have the beaten path before us It was all there, in plain sight Come on people, we have all seen the sunshine We will never get

Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Transport, motorways and tramlines Starting and then stopping Taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people, clinging on to bottles When it comes it's so, so, disappointing

All we hear is radio ga ga You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio (radio) Radio goo goo Radio ga ga Radio ga ga Radio blah blah

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

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