Head on Apply Directly to the Forehead

I was tuning on the shine of the light night dial
Doing anything my radio radio advised
With everyone of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
When the switch broke cuz it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control.

Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
Because they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio.

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that heand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me

Some of my friends they sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early death
You either shut up or get cut up;
They don't want to hear about it,
It's only inches on the reel to reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Trying to anaesthetise the way that you feel.