War On The Radio

Just lie back and close your eyes
Listen to the war on the radio
Fire up the light
Of the world in your hands
Feel what it’s trying to tell you

There are so many things to buy
Desolation chief among them
There are so many ways to die
We’re dying slow

Have you walked in your dreams
Through the ruin and the raze
With the sky a dying crimson?
The copper of your blood
For the bead and the braze
In the golden age of television

Go ahead and take a look around
See the world before it’s gone
You know the sun is going down
On everything we’ve ever known

But don’t turn away
You can’t turn away

Did you drink from the well
Until you had your fill
Your reflection bright upon it?
When they stole everything
They couldn’t buy or kill
Did you slake your heart
With the profit?

I still believe in rock’n’roll
I don’t care what they try to sell you
There’s nothing bought and nothing sold
Where the soul of man never dies