Mark Seymour

Radio Death Song
Spending the weekend at homeYou're never aloneThe neighbours at playYou're dreaming of paradise lostYou can't make the costOf great getawaysCreatures of habit go strangeAll the little routines never changeOn a glorious dayYou can wither away in the sunThere's no time to waste getting wastedWhen you're still having funIn your bubbleYou know it's never troubleTo get nothing doneThe radio plays the dead songIt drones on and onDay after daySongtexteAnd just before you're overcomeThere's work to be doneThere's no better wayWell you're surfing the dial for the soundOf sledgehammers breaking new groundOn a glorious dayYou can wither awayIn the sunThere's no time to waste getting wastedWhen you're still having funIn your bubbleYou know it's no troubleTo get nothing doneThe dogs are barkingthe cat's in the nestsomebody loves youyou passed the test"It's a beautiful kitchenyou been here a while?"In the middle of nowhereOn a glorious dayYou can wither awayIn the sunThere's no time to waste getting wastedWhile you're still having funIn your bubbleYou know it's no troubleTo get nothing doneIn your bubbleYou know it's no troubleTo get nothing doneIn your bubbleYou know it's no troubleTo get nothing done Aus Songtexte Mania