Lyrics War on the Radio - Jeffrey Foucault

War on the Radio

Just lie back and close your eyes
Listen to the war on the radio
Fire up the light of the world in your hands
Feel what it’s tryin' to tell you
There’re so many things to buy
Desolation chief among them
There’re so many ways to die
We’re dyin' slow
Have you walked in your dreams through the ruin and the raze
With the sky a dyin' crimson
And the copper of your blood for the bead and the braze
In the golden age of television?
Go ahead and take a look around
See the world before it’s gone
You know the sun is goin' down
On everything you ever known
But don’t turn away
You can’t turn away
Did you drink from the well 'til you had your fill
Your reflection bright upon it?
When they stole everything they couldn’t buy or kill
Did you slake your heart with the profits?
I still believe in rock 'n' roll
I don’t care what they try to sell you
There’s nothin' bought and nothin' sold
Where the soul of man never dies