Nice try, big guy, but I must interrupt and I'll stop you dead in your tracks again

Headless chicken got me thinking that our world is sinking to the bottom of the C List

Yes, but, buddy, it ain't rock and roll without a little hard graft

And you make me love driving through tunnels



(What? What? What? What?)

What's that shit on the radio?

It sounds like they've made it so they could make it

What's that shit on the radio?

Embedded like shingles, radioactive jingles

What's that shit on the radio?



Sugar coating, glucose bloated safety tops the charts again

I know this song is ironic, electronic hypocrisy coming from a band who only used to care for mirrors

(In more ways than one)

But, buddy, it ain't rock and roll when you're involved

When you shape your craft to fit the masses



(What? What? What? What?)

What's that shit on the radio?

It sounds like they've made it so they could make it

What's that shit on the radio?

Embedded like shingles, radioactive jingles

What's that shit on the radio?



(What? What? What?)

What's that shit on the radio?

I'm not talking about white paint, I'm not talking about coffee stains

What's that shit on the radio?

It sounds like they've made it so they could make it

What's that shit on the radio?

Embedded like shingles, radioactive jingles

What's that shit on the radio?

I'm so sick of hearing it but I just can't stop singing it

What's that shit on the radio?