Radio

Prozac obsessed, my life's a mess, I love sex why don't you? Prozac success, I'm not depressed, I'm no junky too cnd no one cares about tears these days Confess, regrets, confess your sins and behave Better do what the Radio told you to do. Treasonous trees on earth get what they deserve God and Queen, seldom seen, bow down to the machine Jesus, save us, there's nothing to fear The end of time, the end of life, is closer than it appears Better do what the Radio told you to do. Everybody says they know the truth But it's lost inside them with their youth Everybody thinks they wanna hear what u say But they just wanna take your words away Better do what the Radio told you to do. Jesus, save us, bow down to the machine