B.A.J.S. Radio

"B.A.J.S. Radio!"

"B.A.J.S. Radio!"

Every time I turn it one the answer's always there

On the radio

Everything it says to me, what I will do and dare

Easy living comes to me through the empty sky

Invisible armies marching through the blue

A crew of millstones turning round to find

And grind your heart, your soul

And everything that's you

It's true

Like glue, they've stuck onto your mind

Turn it on and I can be the ordinary man

Never need to think myself another than I am

Easy living, easy thoughts, just being what they want

But that's just lies the flies have planted in your head

Your dead inside and dying more each day

I say hey, you sucker, yellow turns to red

It's said it's sad but it's the motherfucker's way

But when I wake up tomorrow

I will have the same old sorrows

Though they told me on the show

That they would go away

Somehow there still is more to it

Than thinking you don't give a shit

But then you turn it on again

And again and again and again

"B.A.J.S. Radio!"

So I find myself there, sitting by the empty talk

From the radio

Reading, eating, drinking

Hitting roads just for a walk

That would lead us to a place where we can think ourselves

Thoughts that noone's thought before

Take books down from the shelves

And today I saw some broken

Disregarded human beings

That we never hear about on the morning news

They had hope and they had health

Though without material wealth

And looked as they didn't know the words "win" or "lose"

I shut my blinds upon the party

Writing it off as a heart-ache

That the evening show sure could stop

But I still see them standing there

The echo still remain, though their voices die

Can you hear them through the air?

Surging through the heavens

Across the sky?

Yes I still see them like before

I know it's no illusion, no evening show

Can you open up the door

To make their voices flow

Through the radio?

"Well listen now my friend:

Everything must end

There is no such thing the radio would bring

It's only in your dreams

Phantasies it seems

It would be well, I think, if you saw a shrink

Forget about the past

It will never last

Memories you know will never make it go

Don't think of it at all

Just keep within your walls

'Cause we don't need that show

On the radio

No"

Can you dig it?

Your grave will be buried in itself

Can you dig it?

Why the fuck do you need books and shelves?

Can you dig it?

Our station's got you by the balls

Can you dig it?

No life outside the studio walls

Can you dig it?

We hold your ass in our vice

Can you dig it?

So if your'e looking for advice

Can you dig it?

If you don't want no shit on your toe:

Can you dig it?

Bow down to B.A.J.S Radio

"B.A.J.S. Radio!"