Radio Death Song Paroles

Of great getaways

Creatures of habit go strange
All the little routines never change

On a glorious day
You can wither away
in the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
When you're still having fun

In your bubble
You know it's never trouble
To get nothing done

The radio plays the dead song
It drones on and on
Day after day
Well you're surfing the dial for the sound
Of sledgehammers breaking new ground

On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
When you're still having fun

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done

The dogs are barking
the cat's in the nest
somebody loves you
you passed the test
"It's a beautiful kitchen
you been here a while?"

In the middle of nowhere

On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done

In your bubble
You know it's no trouble
To get nothing done