Radio #2
Meet me at midnight at the broadcast tower high above the Hollywood sign.
You bring your guitar & I'll bring my radio, radio.
Everyone will come from miles around to witness this beautiful sight,
we'll set bonfires, pretend it's the Fourth of July.
This is the starting of a brand new revolution, bite the hand that feeds.
Stand up & fight against the messages that they're sending...
stop their frequency.
You're always talking, it's never ending.
It's about time that we turned off the radio,
call the request lines & tell them it's over.
You're always playing all of the same songs over & over again.
It's about time that we all turned off the radio.
We'll listen to b-sides & sing-along to anthems of the years gone by.
integrity & honesty will prevail tonight.
When it's all over, one question still remains...
Why do so many bands never make it to the radio?
Look outside your F.M. dial, they're preaching lie in 4/4 time.
a generation without a voice & stripped of pride.
