Thrice Lyrics
Thrice Lyrics
"Radio Radio Lyrics"
This Train Lyrics
(Get aboard little children cause the train is here tonight) This train is bound for glory this train this train is bound for glory this train This train is bound for glory
(Get aboard little children cause the train is here tonight) This train is bound for glory this train this train is bound for glory this train This train is bound for glory
I was tuned into the light of the late night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With everyone of those late night stations
playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the reciever
When the switch broke cause it's old
Saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're gettin out of controlForever Lyrics
Misery loves company And you're the chosen one It doesn't let you go Until it loves you to numb You were searching for something Something you don't know
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Radio is the sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
Say you better listen to the Voice of Reason
But they don't give you any choice
Cause they think that it's treason
You had better do as you were told
Better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I wanna make them
Ten O'Clock Shadows Lyrics
Last page for the voice I request, in the half light Even now the ten o’clock shadows Lead you to the country side And the big rocks, and the pasture With
wish they'd never seen meLast page for the voice I request, in the half light Even now the ten o’clock shadows Lead you to the country side And the big rocks, and the pasture With
Some of my freinds sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
Everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut out
They don't wanna hear about it
It's only inches on the reel to reel
The radio is in the hands
Of such a bunch of
Cold Wind Through Georgia Lyrics
I met her in Savannah a beauty oh so rare She sparkled like a dewdrop in the morning And I loved her in the springtime the summer and the fall Then the wind grew cold in
foolsI met her in Savannah a beauty oh so rare She sparkled like a dewdrop in the morning And I loved her in the springtime the summer and the fall Then the wind grew cold in
Tryin to anesthetize they way that you feel
Radio is the sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
Say you better listen to the Voice Of Reason
But they don't give any choice
Cause they think that its treason
So you had better do as you were told
Better listen to the radio
Radio
Radio
Radio