Love Radio
I turn these dials once again;
Teen culture, telling me to tune in
althought it makes me drift.
Intently I listen for a cure
but I'll see nothing keeping this pure
and I'm left with conformity
I just can't let this drift away,
Sitting with a smile on my face.
True love won't save us now.
Though we may wonder how,
We're guilty and digging our own graves.
She watches uterly absorbed
The makeup, god forbid she ignore
She's lost but within reach.
MTV dictates how to lie.
The parents unwilling to oblige,
with this false sense of security.
He's force fed, emotions through a tube.
The phone rings, but his attention is glued,
To the lust and sexuality.
Answering machine clicks to on:
"Hi it's me, wondering where you are."
But she's too little too late.
"Love Radio" - Jim Robert
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Teen culture, telling me to tune in
althought it makes me drift.
Intently I listen for a cure
but I'll see nothing keeping this pure
and I'm left with conformity
I just can't let this drift away,
Sitting with a smile on my face.
True love won't save us now.
Though we may wonder how,
We're guilty and digging our own graves.
She watches uterly absorbed
The makeup, god forbid she ignore
She's lost but within reach.
MTV dictates how to lie.
The parents unwilling to oblige,
with this false sense of security.
He's force fed, emotions through a tube.
The phone rings, but his attention is glued,
To the lust and sexuality.
Answering machine clicks to on:
"Hi it's me, wondering where you are."
But she's too little too late.
"Love Radio" - Jim Robert
Download here