Radio Friendly Songtext / Lyric

Stuffed tigth inside his lair,
Rocking like a child on the back of a chair.
Empty skull beneath his hair, Spewing out nonsense across the waves of air.
Trapped tight inside his lair, He´ll track you down almost anywhere at all.
And he will find you.

On radio, radio friendly.
Like a friend he´ll try to be for everyone.
Radio friendly.

Companion of the working man,
Enveloping the earth since the earth began.
Seething through the shops and stores,
Banishing the silence from the mindless hoards.
From building sites to waiting rooms,
Zombies growing happy to the latest tunes.
A billion listeners can't be wrong.
Emptying their minds from the latest songs.

On radio, radio friendly.
Like a friend he´ll try to be for everyone.
Radio friendly.

Out of my way and catch me dash,
To sell my sole for a pocketful of cash.
Crooning like a lark on the afternoon show,
Singing our songs on the radio.
In an accent that is not my own,
Reaping out the harvest from the seeds we've sewn.
Grinning till my muscles ache.
Thinking all the time of the money we´ll make from love.
And you will find me.

On radio, radio friendly.
Like a friend I'll try to be for everyone.