Radio Death Song

Spending the weekend at home
You’re never alone
The neighbours at play
You’re dreaming of paradise lost
You can’t make the cost
Of great getaways
Creatures of habit go strange
All the little routines never change
On a glorious day
You can wither away
in the sun
There’s no time to waste getting wasted
When you’re still having fun
In your bubble
You know it’s never trouble
To get nothing done
The radio plays the dead song
It drones on and on
Day after day
And just before you’re overcome
There’s work to be done
There’s no better way
Well you’re surfing the dial for the sound
Of sledgehammers breaking new ground
On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun
There’s no time to waste getting wasted
When you’re still having fun
In your bubble
You know it’s no trouble
To get nothing done
The dogs are barking
the cat’s in the nest
somebody loves you
you passed the test
«It's a beautiful kitchen
you been here a while?»
In the middle of nowhere
On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun
There’s no time to waste getting wasted
While you’re still having fun
In your bubble
You know it’s no trouble
To get nothing done
In your bubble
You know it’s no trouble
To get nothing done
In your bubble
You know it’s no trouble
To get nothing done