Oh Yeah! I want to tell you about Dead City Radio, man And the New Gods of Supertown A world of magig lanterns and chemical blues A world where Xtands for the unknown and Y is the zero Sluggish drones, assault my radio 20 mortal lashes of grotesque audio Glittering fountains misspent youth I'm a rhinestone tiger in a leisure suit Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Oh Yeah! We listen to the radio Dead radio I'll tell you one thing, man Nothing ever happens until you madicate The witch Queen of mongo and hail the passing of King George Everybody is eating behalf of the Gods And their plastic necks and silver teeth Is there life beyond what you know? Hallucination thrives on my stereo Antonishing skeptics wasted youth She's an angel of odd in her birthday suit Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Oh Yeah! It's right here right now, that we best serve The beast of transmission and the cool passing waves of ignorance They say the heart is a lonely hunter And the hardbox comes with a crime inside Oh Yeah! Today on this program you will hear the sound of our souls We know that music is music but when we are together we've got power We listen to the radio Dead radio We listen to the radio Dead radio