elvis costello
radio, radio
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial  Doing anything my radio advised  With every one of those late night stations  Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes  I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver  When the switch broke 'cause it's old  They're saying things that I can hardly believe  They really think we're getting out of control   Radio is a sound salvation  Radio is cleaning up the nation  They say you better listen to the voice of reason  But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason  So you had better do as you are told  You better listen to the radio   I wanna bite the hand that feeds me  I wanna bite that hand so badly  I want to make them wish they'd never seen me   Some of my friends sit around every evening  And they worry about the times ahead  But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference  And the promise of an early bed  You either shut up or get cut up, they don't wanna hear about it  It's only inches on the reel-to-reel  And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools  Tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel   Wonderful radio  Marvelous radio  Wonderful radio  Radio, radio