Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Air , by - The Casket Lottery. Song from the album Smoke and Mirrors, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 09.05.2004
Record label: Second Nature
Song language: English
On The Air |
| Turn the radio off. |
| It’s just commercials made by stars |
| Turn down the auto-tune and reveal those wounds |
| And scars. |
| It’s all middle fingers and sex, and who’s |
| Ego can hold the most. |
| We just hop in a broken van and |
| We head out to the coast |
| Wide-eyed and wondering how we ever got here |
| Now I’m praying for a revolution on the air |
| Am I wasting all my time? |
| Or am I proving them all wrong? |
| Am |
| I wasting all my energy on these old songs? |
| These people aren’t |
| Even real. |
| They need choreigraphers just to breathe. |
| These people |
| Aren’t even real, they were raised by wolves, they think of us as sheep |
| Wide-eyed, it’s about time I got the hell out of here |
| But still I’m praying for a revolution on the air |
| Don’t you care? |
| There are people choking out here… it's got to stop |
| We all need fresh air. |
| We all need fresh air. |
| Don’t you care? |
| There |
| Are people being force fed bullshit out here. |
| Out here we all need |
| Fresh air. |
| We all need fresh air |