Dead Radio Songtext
von Rowland S. Howard

You′re bad for me
Like Cigarettes
But I haven't sucked
Enough of you yet.
Nothing is sacred
And nothing is true,
I′m no-one that's nowhere
When I'm here with you.

I′ve lost the power I had to distinguish
Between what to ignite and what to extinguish.


I blew in last night,
I′m the ghost from the coast.
When the lighting is bad
I'm the man with the most.
You left me to choke
On a heart up in smoke,
Smiling through your tears
And your tetracycline overdose.

You′re good for me
Like Coca-Cola.
I don't get any younger,
You don′t get any older.
Everything's sacred
And Everything′s true,
All this possible
When I'm here with you.

I've got a lot to say
But I keep my own counsel.
I′d like to spit it out
But I won′t speak with my mouth full.