Dead Radio

You're bad for me like Cigarettes

But I haven't sucked enough of you yet

Nothing is sacred and nothing is true

I'm no-one that's nowhere

When I'm here with you

I've lost the power I had to distinguish

Between what to ignite and what to extinguish

I blew in last night

I'm the ghost from the coast

When the lighting is bad

I'm the man with the most

You left me to choke

On a heart up in smoke

Smiling through your tears

And your tetracycline overdose

You're good for me like coca-cola

I don't get any younger

You don't get any older

Everything's sacred and everything's true

All this is possible

When I'm here with you

I've got a lot to say

But I keep my own counsel

I'd like to spit it out

But I won't speak with my mouthful

I blew in last night

I'm the ghost from the coast

When the lighting is bad

I'm the man with the most

You left me to choke

On a heart up in smoke

Smiling through your tears

And your tetracycline overdose