Radio 4
Stealing Of A Nation
1)Party Crashers
Well,
I see you around town
you
got no time for dressing down
the
days headlines all suit you fine
you
make your way right through the crowd
invisible
eyes are everywhere
you
check your coat, they check your hair
new
line fashion and your put on passion
don't
seem to get you anywhere
party
crashers
got
to send a message across this town
the
dj is in from overseas
your
breaking hearts, he's making beats
your
hands are shaking as you hit the pavement
can't
catch a break on 13th street
these
days things seems strange (3x)
they're
taking over while we think it over
can't
get a message anyway
they
let me down
2)Transmission
there's
no time like the present
so
face the facts and skip the legend
all
that you say
is
a dead giveaway
to
another time
unobjective
just
protective
of
everything you find, it's fine
i
know the past is suspect
the
future hides from the public
out
on the dancefloor
they
end the cold war
and
everything is aligned
the
soundsystem
the
latest rhythm
at
125
digital
recording heroes
and
I can get past all the zeroes
transmission
3) State of Alert
hear
the sirens
everything
has suddenly changed
cant
feel normal
everyone
is looking so strange
alarmists
all around you
see
'em all over the news
there's
reason to be uncertain
there's
reason to see the end
they
got you holding on
holdin
on again
they
need you feel uncertain
you're
their means to a distinct end
they
got you holdin' on
its
a state of alert again
monday
morning
you're
off to work in the rain
power
failure now
you
want to, you got to, you want to get off this train
4) FRA TYPE I&II
Doors
kept opening around
The
mirrored walls
Never
to come up
In
the American light
Kept
popping up to find
Surrounding
waves were
To
difficult to survive
When
there’s no else around
Its
been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time
Thanks
for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back next time
Make
way toward a familiar voice
Tunnel
vision
Never
catching up
Another
endless night
Like
a sweater with a tiny tear
Slowly
unravel
Never
to be sown up
Beyond
all repair
Its
been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time
Thanks
for all you've shown us but I wont be coming next time
Every
day slowly dying
Collecting
without any meaning
No
ones signed up just to suffer
This
isn't how its supposed to be now
Its
been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time
Thanks
for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back next time
5) The Death Of American Radio
this is how its going to be
we've had enough for a long time
so who's it going to be?
someone that's free from a list of
crimes
get up get up getup c'mon now
the radio will only bring you down
I see you standing on a wire
and all your chances they went out for
hire
all day long the same mistakes
with all the time for commercial breaks
I see you dancing took all your chances
see you dancing took all your chances
go license a satellite
another sound it dies tonight
this signal is clear and bright
deregulation, it don't sit right
6) Nation
All
around us
and
in between
politics
like cancer
information
in
extremes
never
find the answers
events
unfolded
set
the stage
we
know they have us
in
every way
they
held a grudge for
way
too long
I
feel that danger
coming
on
I
have grave expectations
for
this strange situation
I
signed my letter of resignation
for
the stealing of a nation
cut
your losses
get
the votes
come
fall they'll change every single quote
heavy
ammunition
targets
in sight
inhuman
nature
fills
me with fright
do
your life justice
it
wont take long
7) No Reaction
the
long and short of it is
there's
no reaction
people
gather in cities world round
see
them everywhere
right
to assemble and speak out loud
won't
get you on the air
but
you know
they
hear it all
and
the roof is about to fall
in
the distance they can hear the call
they
resist us but they hear the call
interest
level in this nation's great
we've
been misunderstood
they
check you out they want to keep you at bay
and
that's all well and good
and
you know right where it's at
executives
wear party hats
but
on their faces they have fallen flat
8) Absolute Affirmation
Down
the 9th street station
on
a Saturday
recent
considerations
sent
the world astray
and
i can't shake this feeling off
I
heard they're selling souls at cost
hold
your head today is tomorrow
all
your thoughts take form as sorrow
genuine
things, still I keep coming back
an
absolute affirmation
reassess
the situation
sudden
Sunday morning
and
I can't count to two
somewhere
in downtown Brooklyn
i
see them look at you
and
it's a tease but it always works
and
it's relief but it always seems to work
and
I know
you
always know what's better for me
9) (Give Me All of Your) Money
Your
path to success
Is
one phone call away
Are
you ready?
Give
all of your money!
If
you truly believe
Act
now to reserve your seat
Are
you ready?
Send
all of your money!
Give
me all of your money
The
less that you know is
To
profit from ignorance
Are
you ready?
Taking
all of your money!
Televise
fear in the home
Don't
believe everything you read
Pay
attention!
You're
giving all of your money!
Give
me all of your money!
10) Shake The Foundation
Lyrics
forthcoming
11) Dismiss The Sound
Turn
on the light
Dismiss
that sound
What
can it be when there's no one around
I
am the thought
That
twists in your head
Rages
and burns
keeps
you from rest
Wherever
you go
Whenever
you sleep
That's
where I'll be
I
am the shadow on the wall
I'll
trip you up
Just
to watch you fall
Suffocating
every move
Paralyze
every thing that you do
Wherever
you go
whenever
you sleep
I'll
be the secret forced to keep
Where
ever you go
When
ever you sleep
That's
where I'll be
The
feeling is crippling
The
throat is tightening
The
fists are clenching
Inside
is wrenching
12) Coming up empty
Suburbia-
climb out the window to the street
Flock
to the animals on the corner while they feed
Sell
off your soul for a chance to be freed
Brush
off the want and you give in to the need
Always
the ones that no one ever thinks
5am
and we rush back from the scene
Visions
of comfort too far for the eye to see
Hold
back the tears was the promise forced to keep
If
I cant see you soon then I’ll meet you in my dreams
Slowly
heading down to New Orleans
Always
running
Coming
up empty
Carried
him home, a broken sack of bones
The
stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne
Make
the morning round of apologies
Smoke
too many cigarettes cant recollect anything
Never
wanted to hurt any one
Always
running
Coming
up empty