Radio, Radio(By ELVIS COSTELLO)

I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial 
Doing anything my radio advised 
With every one of those late night stations 
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes 
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver 
When the switch broke 'cause 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 'cause 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 hand so badly 
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me 

Some of my friends sit around every evening 
And they worry about the times ahead 
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference 
And the promise of an early bed 
You either shut up or get cut up, they don't wanna 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 
Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel 

Wonderful radio 
Marvelous radio 
Wonderful radio 
Radio, radio