Radio Blue

Dreaming of the flood in the morning
Turn the radio down
I woke up with a start, in the watery blue
No one around

I was all caught up on yer ego
I kinda let in a light
I leaned back in a dream with yer ginger and gin
Stunned by the sight

Lit up while I carry a torch
Gotta set up a scene

You've got the radio blue
You got yer color and your hue
Drinking ginger and gin
Held together with a safety pin

All these thinkin' machines
Keep me honest, keep me clean
Pull the bricks from the wall
You've got yer fist like a cannonball

All the working drones on your payroll
Punch the card on the spike
All the honest thieves in your circle tonight
Take whatever they like

Lit up while I carry a torch
Gotta set up a scene



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Latham
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