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[Originally by Elvis Costello] I was tuned into the light of the late night dial Doing anything my radio advised With everyone of those late night stations playing songs bringing tears to my eyes I was seriously thinking about hiding the reciever When the switch broke cause it's old Saying things that I can hardly believe They really think we're gettin out of control Radio is the sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation Say you better listen to the Voice of Reason But they don't give you any choice Cause they think that it's treason You had better do as you were told Better listen to the radio I wanna bite the hand that feeds me I wanna bite that hand so badly I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me Some of my freinds sit around every evening And they worry about the times ahead Everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference And the promise of an early bed Songtexte You either shut up or get cut out They don't wanna hear about it It's only inches on the reel to reel The radio is in the hands Of such a bunch of fools Tryin to anesthetize they way that you feel Radio is the sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation Say you better listen to the Voice Of Reason But they don't give any choice Cause they think that its treason So you had better do as you were told Better listen to the radio Radio Radio Radio Aus Songtexte Mania