Frantic Audio & Murder
Billboard doesn’t know rock-n-roll gold!
It’s like audio and murder.
Blood spills from your record player
And you begin to cover your ears
Audio and murder…blood spills from your record player
And you regret turning on your radio
Turn the dial left, turn the dial right
Riding in my car in the middle of the night
Turn the dial left, turn the dial right
Stuck in the chest with a rock-n-roll knife
Audio and murder from your record player
And you begin to cover your ears
Audio and murder from your record player
And you regret turning on your radio
It’s like audio and murder, baby! C’mon!
