Shortwave

--- Shortwave and the End of the World --- There ain't a whole lot after the war that I believe in In fact I'm pretty sure I'm the only thing living Spend my evenings scanning over the shortwave Last night through a burst of static I heard a voice say Hey Mr. DJ, play my number Hey Mr. DJ, play my number now Play it on the radio station Send my song blasting through the night You can make everything all right I broke into an abandoned transmitter relay Sifted through the ash and the rubble for an album to play I hope my signal punches through the radiation So you can hear your song request with my dedication Picked up my headphones Turned up the sound and I Dropped the needle watched my record spinning round Play it on the radio station Send my song blasting through the night You can make everything all right