the song plays on my empty radio



i remember, kneeling before, the parts on the floor

of the radio i took apart to find elvis

but he'd left this building

and i can't deny, since then i've wondered why

the songs they play and the songs i hear

do they ring true in my ears?



you can't pull this wool any tighter over our eyes

and i wanted so, and i wanted oh so badly

i want to go where i don't know

why songs play on my empty radio



and the radio's turning me off, damn the radio

and i say damn the radio, full speed ahead



and my father'd drive, i'd take the shotgun side

with the window down and the signal clear

in hopes i'd hear the cheap trick record

over and over and over again

till i could believe



and i wanted so, and i wanted oh so badly

who's got the answers cuz i've got some questions

when they hit the stage, do they feign the rage

that plays so well on empty radio?



everything it gets destroyed (where i don't know)

everything it gets destroyed (why songs play on my empty radio)

everything is empty radio



and the radio's turning me off, i know that i

the only thing that i think that i believe, is we've been had, we've been had



every grade level sings his song, but no one stays on top that long

you couldn't shoulder what he knew was the weight



and the radio's turning me off, i know that i

i find it hard to believe, but if if if if if if if i believe

that we've been had, we've been had

and the radio, radio, radio, radio, radio, radio, radio