War on the Radio - Jeffrey Foucault

Just lie back and close your eyes

Listen to the war on the radio

Fire up the light of the world in your hands

Feel what it’s tryin' to tell you

There’re so many things to buy

Desolation chief among them

There’re so many ways to die

We’re dyin' slow

Have you walked in your dreams through the ruin and the raze

With the sky a dyin' crimson

And the copper of your blood for the bead and the braze

In the golden age of television?

Go ahead and take a look around

See the world before it’s gone

You know the sun is goin' down

On everything you ever known

But don’t turn away

You can’t turn away

Did you drink from the well 'til you had your fill

Your reflection bright upon it?

When they stole everything they couldn’t buy or kill

Did you slake your heart with the profits?

I still believe in rock 'n' roll

I don’t care what they try to sell you

There’s nothin' bought and nothin' sold

Where the soul of man never dies