She's saying, you're lost
She thinks its time for you to detox
Too many tunes inside your head
Why don't you fill it up with her instead 

She's not playing, but you are
She wants romance but you want guitars
Your headphones on like you prefer
But you should have lend your ears to her 

You're an addict to the audio
A chronic record lover who feeds off stereo 

Just like the meat you eat,
The booze you choose,
The nicotine, the coffee
And the sugars that you need so 

You're not ready for detox
Turn on the radio 

It's not healthy, you're not fit
She says if you don't quit then she'll split
She needs silence and not your noise
Your habit's nothing she enjoys 

And you're a nut for every kind of sound
A chronic vinyl player, who can't stop spinning 'round 

Just like the meat you eat,
The booze you choose,
The nicotine, the coffee
And the sugars that you need so 

You're not ready for detox
Turn on the radio