"B.A.J.S. Radio!" "B.A.J.S. Radio!" Every time I turn it one the answer's always there On the radio Everything it says to me, what I will do and dare Easy living comes to me through the empty sky Invisible armies marching through the blue A crew of millstones turning round to find And grind your heart, your soul And everything that's you It's true Like glue, they've stuck onto your mind Turn it on and I can be the ordinary man Never need to think myself another than I am Easy living, easy thoughts, just being what they want But that's just lies the flies have planted in your head Your dead inside and dying more each day I say hey, you sucker, yellow turns to red It's said it's sad but it's the motherfucker's way But when I wake up tomorrow I will have the same old sorrows Though they told me on the show That they would go away Somehow there still is more to it Than thinking you don't give a shit But then you turn it on again And again and again and again "B.A.J.S. Radio!" So I find myself there, sitting by the empty talk From the radio Reading, eating, drinking Hitting roads just for a walk That would lead us to a place where we can think ourselves Thoughts that noone's thought before Take books down from the shelves And today I saw some broken Disregarded human beings That we never hear about on the morning news They had hope and they had health Though without material wealth And looked as they didn't know the words "win" or "lose" I shut my blinds upon the party Writing it off as a heart-ache That the evening show sure could stop But I still see them standing there The echo still remain, though their voices die Can you hear them through the air? Surging through the heavens Across the sky? Yes I still see them like before I know it's no illusion, no evening show Can you open up the door To make their voices flow Through the radio? "Well listen now my friend: Everything must end There is no such thing the radio would bring It's only in your dreams Phantasies it seems It would be well, I think, if you saw a shrink Forget about the past It will never last Memories you know will never make it go Don't think of it at all Just keep within your walls 'Cause we don't need that show On the radio No" Can you dig it? Your grave will be buried in itself Can you dig it? Why the fuck do you need books and shelves? Can you dig it? Our station's got you by the balls Can you dig it? No life outside the studio walls Can you dig it? We hold your ass in our vice Can you dig it? So if your'e looking for advice Can you dig it? If you don't want no shit on your toe: Can you dig it? Bow down to B.A.J.S Radio "B.A.J.S. Radio!"