COAX RADIO

[music and words by Petter Mossberg]

Nothing to talk about
No words will pierce the silence
As we sit this one out

The fear of consequense
Has left us gagged and speechless

There's a new voice in the airwaves
Different voice but the same dumb catch phrase
In a moment it'll all come plummeting down

Full of careless words of contest
Like a slogan without a context
And we've all grown too accustomed to the sound

Already know this is my hell
And it suits you all too well
Like that smile on your face

Already driven me insane
Asinine, vacuous, inane
Your blabber don't seem out of place


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