Two silhouettes stand tall against a gray November sky
Utopian suburban teenage wasteland blues.
You turn to me and sigh, the boredom growin'
in your eyes as a voice sings songs of splendor from the radio
I hear that voice again submerging from the stereo
Invisible electric life flows right through me,
Then for a moment I forget about what's going on
and the world fallin' around loses urgency.
It's just another transmission from a place we all want to be.
It takes control then its spits me back to reality.
I hear the music then I close my eyes
It's just another radio suicide on the airwaves.
I turned it on-invisible electric life.
Then the song comes on the radio
The signal takes control-heartbeat starts to slow,
you hear the words reverberating in your mind
Twisted electric waves pulse from the stereo
as a voice screams out loud Everything is not alright
forget about the static pulsing in your ear
Forget everything you see and hear
it's just another radio suicide