| Like vultures swooping down below on the devil’s radio
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| I hear it through the day, airwaves getting filled
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| With gossip broadcast to and fro on the devil’s radio
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| Oh yeah, gossip, gossip, oh yeah
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| He’s in the clubs and bars and never turns it down
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| Talking about what he don’t know on the devil’s radio
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| He’s in your TV set, won’t give it a rest
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| That soul betraying so and so, the devil’s radio
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| Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip
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| Oh yeah, gossip, gossip, oh yeah
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| Gossip, oh yeah, oh yeah, gossip
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| It’s white and black like industrial waste
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| Pollution of the highest degree
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| You wonder why I don’t hang out much
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| I wonder how you can’t see
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| He’s in the films and songs and on all your magazines
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| It’s everywhere that you may go, the devil’s radio
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| Oh yeah, gossip, gossip, oh yeah
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| Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
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| Quite what bad it can do
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| As it shapes you into something cold
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| Like an Eskimo igloo
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| It’s all across our lives like a weed it’s spread
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| Until nothing else has space to grow, the devil’s radio
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| Can creep up in the dark, make us hide behind shades
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| And buzzing like a dynamo, the devil’s radio
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| Gossip, oh yeah, gossip, oh yeah, gossip
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| Gossip, gossip, gossip, oh yeah, gossip
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| I heard you on Satan’s wireless, gossip, oh yeah
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| You know the devil’s radio, child, gossip
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| Gossip, gossip, gossip |