Run The Radio

Hey yeah yeah

I'm the product of love, April '97
Two kids at an Allman Brothers show
My daddy was a hometown last name legend
Mama tied to the whipping post
They raised me on red book hymns and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Taught me every word to Curtis Loew
And I always thought their soundtrack was mine
'Til I found one of my own

I'm making my own melody
I'll follow that road up ahead of me
Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now
My song, my style, my soul, my sound
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now

I tried to like house for eight long months
For a bum named Benny in a van
His to-do list said “get a haircut”
His dad said “get a five year plan”
I bet he's still spending rent money on drugs
That make him feel like Peter Pan
To this day, I hate "Heat Waves"
Every other song on "Dreamland"

I'm making my own melody
I'll follow that road up ahead of me
Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now
My song, my style, my soul, my sound
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now

I'm making my own melody
I'll follow that road up ahead of me
Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down
Hey, hey, I run the radio now
My song, my style, my soul, my sound
Hey, hey, I run the radio now