Runaway Radio

Verse 1: I gave the girl a gat We were down in Calcutta We were ready to rock And the bodies to drop There go the children Dancing in the streets… They got the knives of the future All in their teeth… Chorus: All the highs you think you know Runaway Radio Mumbo jumbo soul Runaway Radio The freedom motherlode Runaway Radio Style on a dial then roll Runaway Radio Refrain: It’s so lonely at the top The sky is all around now… Am I a freak cuz I get weak The streets don’t love my beat now… If I jump, can I go fly Or will I crash and die now… Am I free if I can’t speak And be what I can be now… Verse 2: “ooh it’s time,” The girl said to me “I’m sick of bread! I want wine— And techno-luxuries!” Now another culture’s Come and gone They got a McDonald’s But no native songs… Chorus: All the highs you think you know Runaway Radio Mumbo jumbo soul Runaway Radio The freedom motherlode Runaway Radio And all your culture’s portable On Runaway Radio… Lyrics by Chuck Lightning