I live in a ditch with my friends and enemies
We’ve thrown all the thorns to dry my inspiration up
I have no more words, I have no more patience
I have only sounds that hardly come from my mouth
My skull is like a cracked ballot box
But when the darkest night’ll come to us
The light won’t shine it will make me nervous
And who’s gonna hear your message on the radio
(Radio, I’m on the radio)
We’re not even deaf but I scream to stay out of this nightmare
And who’s gonna hear your message on the radio
(Radio, I’m on the radio)
I live in a ditch where too much waste piles up
Where my fallen dreams are more important than your talk
I’m a zombie for myself but for you I’m still a baby
My mind is half empty what the hell am I gonna do?
My skull is like a cracked ballot box
But when the darkest night’ll come to us
The light won’t shine it will make me nervous
And who’s gonna hear your message on the radio
(Radio, I’m on the radio)
We’re not even deaf but I scream to stay out of this nightmare
And who’s gonna hear your message on the radio
(Radio, I’m on the radio)
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