This is a bad song for sad songs
The songs that make you old
This is the way of salvation
When everything has been sold
Are you a moment or forever?
I cannot really know
Take all the garbage with you
When you walk out the door
Hear all the puppets singing
Songs for the king
He wears a dress paint with flowers
To hide his holy jeans
But you will never remember
The things you have seen
For you'll laugh at me
When you find me sing
Blame it on the radio
Playing us songs that we don't know
Blame it on the radio
Taking us places we don't want to go
Take all your poets, shoot them with ecstasy
And with a truth or dare
The politician are lying with you
But you no longer seem to care
So you will say it when I say it
And you will finally know
That the reason for everything is
The reason why we say
Blame it on the radio
Playing us songs that we don't know
Blame it on the radio
Taking us places we don't want to go
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