The song plays on my empty radio I remember, kneeling before the parts on the floor Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis But he'd left this building And I can't deny; since then, I've wondered why The songs they play, and the songs I hear Do they ring true in my ears?
You can't pull this wool any tighter over our eyes And I wanted so, and I wanted oh-so badly I want to go where I don't know Why songs play on my empty radio
And the radio's turning me off, damn the radio And I say damn the radio, full speed ahead
And my father'd drive; I'd take the shotgun side With the window down and the signal clear In hopes I'd hear the cheap trick record Over and over, and over again
And I wanted so, and I wanted oh-so badly Who's got the answers 'cause I've got some questions? When they hit the stage, do they feign the rage That plays so well on empty radio?
Everything, it gets destroyed; (Where I don't know) Everything, it gets destroyed; (Why songs play on my empty radio) Everything is empty radio
And the radio's turning me off, I know that I... The only thing that I think that I believe is we've been had, we've been had
Every grade level sings his song, but no one stays on top that long You couldn't shoulder what he knew was the weight
And the radio's turning me off, I know that I... I find it hard to believe, but if, if, if, if, if, if, if, I believe That we've been had, we've been had And the radio, radio, radio, radio, radio, radio, radio...