I was tuned into the light of the late night dial

Doing anything my radio advised

With everyone of those late night stations

playing songs bringing tears to my eyes

I was seriously thinking about hiding the reciever

When the switch broke cause it's old

Saying things that I can hardly believe

They really think we're gettin out of control



Radio is the sound salvation

Radio is cleaning up the nation

Say you better listen to the Voice of Reason

But they don't give you any choice

Cause they think that it's treason

You had better do as you were told

Better listen to the radio



I wanna bite the hand that feeds me

I wanna bite that hand so badly

I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me

Some of my freinds sit around every evening

And they worry about the times ahead

Everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference

And the promise of an early bed



You either shut up or get cut out

They don't wanna hear about it

It's only inches on the reel to reel

The radio is in the hands

Of such a bunch of fools

Tryin to anesthetize they way that you feel



Radio is the sound salvation

Radio is cleaning up the nation

Say you better listen to the Voice Of Reason

But they don't give any choice

Cause they think that its treason

So you had better do as you were told

Better listen to the radio



Radio

Radio

Radio