| Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives
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| Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives
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| Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives
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| Oh Yeah!
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| I want to tell you about Dead City Radio man
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| and the New Gods of Supertown.
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| A world of Magic Lanterns and Chemical Blues.
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| A world where X stands of the unkonw and Y is the zero
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| Sluggish drones assault my Radio
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| 20 mortal lashes of Grotesque Audio
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| Glittering fountains
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| Misspent youth
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| I’m a Rhinestone Tiger in a Leisure Suit
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| Turn it up! |
| Turn it up! |
| Turn it up! |
| Oh Yeah!
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| We listen to the Radio — Dead Radio
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| I’ll tell you one thing man:
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| nothing ever happens until you medicate
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| the Witch Queen of Mongo
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| and Hail the passing of King George.
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| Everybody is eating on behalf of the Gods
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| with their Plastic Necks and Silver Teeth.
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| Is there life beyond what you know?
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| Hallucination thrives on my stereo
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| Astonishing Skeptics
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| Wasted Youth
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| She’s and Angel of Odd in her Birthday Suit
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| Turn it up turn it up turn it up Oh Yeah
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| We listen to the Radio — Dead Radio
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| We listen to the Radio — Dead Radio
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| It’s right here now that we best serve the Beast of Trasmission
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| and the cool passing wave of ignorance.
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| They say the heart is a lonely hunter
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| and the hardbox comes with a crime inside.
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| OH YEAH!
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| We listen to the Radio — Dead Radio
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| We listen to the Radio — Dead Radio
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| (Grazie a Rob Zombie Italia per questo testo) |