States Radio Lyrics

88.2 Is your saviour station
God hangs like a shadow high above the nation
Like a phantom hurricane
91.6 Is classic soul
I bar my flyers still hanging by the side of the road
Like a long lost prayer
And the pawn shops glisten like the porn girl stars
And the cheap imitation armoured cars
Roll up and down past empty bars
Showing re-runs of the glory years
But now the champion of all time is getting battered and bruised
The blows come raining down
He′s standing there terrified to lose
But he's punch drunk and he′s going down
94.7 Is your weather channel
Floods and plagues and droughts straight out of the Bible
And the scientists shake their heads
And the air-con unit rattles and dies
The golf course green but the wells are dry
All looking to Him with anxious eyes
As the vapour trails drift across the cloudless skies
96.4 Is classic rock
Some of the kids that we send are not coming back
It's like a ritual sacrifice
Pressed uniforms and body bags
And the small town church all decked with flags
And the waiting beds all slept in
By the ghosts all up in Arlington
And the leaves blow on an autumn day
As the funeral gathering kneels to pray
Make it OK, make it OK
God please make it OK
What a white boy, nothing but a shock jock
Where every week is hate week
And you can scream and rage about everything
Then get back in the box that they keep us in
And the grey line stretches on
Where the endless hopes are born
Oh, during the fullest dawn
That lasts forever
And the grey line stretches on
Where the endless hopes are born
Oh, during the fullest dawn
That lasts forever
It'll last forever
It′ll last forever
It′ll last forever
And ever and ever and ever and ever
Forever