Gob Radio Hell
Holy mother come and rip my heart out
I deserve it I've been so f..cked from the start
Sentimental, getting red in the eyes
And I bitch about it every night
But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio
I do it for nothing
I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo
I'm sick of what I'm hearing
Anybody with anything to say
Has a protocol stuck in their way
So we censor ourselves till we're sick in the heads
We live in radio hell while believing it's heaven
But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio
I do it for nothing
I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo
I'm sick of what I'm hearing
But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio
I do it for nothing
I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo
I'm sick of what I'm hearing
