Runaway Radio

Verse 1:

I gave the girl a gat

We were down in Calcutta

We were ready to rock

And the bodies to drop

There go the children

Dancing in the streets…

They got the knives of the future

All in their teeth…

Chorus:

All the highs you think you know

Runaway Radio

Mumbo jumbo soul

Runaway Radio

The freedom motherlode

Runaway Radio

Style on a dial then roll

Runaway Radio

Refrain:

It’s so lonely at the top

The sky is all around now…

Am I a freak cuz I get weak

The streets don’t love my beat now…

If I jump, can I go fly

Or will I crash and die now…

Am I free if I can’t speak

And be what I can be now…

Verse 2:

“ooh it’s time,”

The girl said to me

“I’m sick of bread! I want wine—

And techno-luxuries!”

Now another culture’s

Come and gone

They got a McDonald’s

But no native songs…

Chorus:

All the highs you think you know

Runaway Radio

Mumbo jumbo soul

Runaway Radio

The freedom motherlode

Runaway Radio

And all your culture’s portable

On Runaway Radio…

Lyrics by Chuck Lightning