Mark Seymour Radio Death Song
Spending the weekend at home
You're never alone
Your neighbours are playing
You're dreaming of paradise lost
You can't make the cost
Of great getaways
Creatures of habit go strange
All the little routines never change
What a glorious day
You can wither away in the sun
There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun
In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done
The radio plays the death song
It drones on and on
Day after day
And just before you're overcome
The washing is done
There's no better way
Well you're surfing the dial for the sound
Of sledgehammers breaking you ground
On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun
There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun
In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done
Well the past is behind you
You pass the test
Somebody loves you
The cats in the next
It's quiet seclusion
You've been there a while
In the land of milk and honey
You're drowning in style
Ohhh la la
La na na
So far ago
So much to believe in
So little to know
Superman's wearing his best
Bulletproof vest
His Pepsodent smile
And he welcomes his number one guest
She's home for the rest
She'll be there a while
(?) barrels the ground
But despair doesn't make any sound
One a glorious day
You can wither away in the sun
There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun
In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done
In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done
In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done
