Radio Trash

I listen to my radio; there's something I would really like to know

Do people care what's going on? Or rather hear another love song?

Move to the rhythms and make the break

Look and see the police state

There's guns undercover, a new law bill

Step out of line, the cells will fill

Four walls, a door, yourself to blame

You saw your life as one big game

Don't get me wrong, got to have fun

But realise something's got to be done

She's so fine the radio girl

Living it up to the outside world

Sunshine rock, Ibiza blitz

Goodtime girl puts my head in a whirl

How much longer can we go on living?

Where the rich do the taking, the poor do the giving?

You sweat your guts eight hours a day

So, the rulers of the roost can tax your pay

Make more for themselves with your hard-earned cash

But you dance in a trance, acting flash

Better wake up sharp and think again

The gun speaks louder than paper and pens

Might hear these words, might ignore

Trying to escape, don't know what for

Tired of being pushed around?

Think about it as you get on down

You're looking smart, but what's the use?

If you're living in twenty-four hour abuse

Stamp to the rhythm, dance to the beat. Do your voting with your feet

That girl in white, yeah she's alright. Forget it, she's with me tonight

Gotta pay the rent, but the money's been spent

Can't remember where the hell it went

Bought some food, hustled some booze

Feeling desperate, gonna break the rules

Got caught hot handed, put inside

Rebellion rocks, the night has died

She's so fine, the radio girl

Living it up to the outside world

Sunshine rock, Ibiza blitz

Goodtime girl, my heads in a whirl

She's so fine