Faster Than the Radio

Oh mama, my world’s on fire

Eagles eating from the palms of a dead empire

I stand tall at the foot of the mount

Aim straight down the middle if you’re going to make it count

That’s why I came

To reach you faster than the radio can

To tell you that you must meet all my demands

It’s all you’re ever gonna need now, man

Coming up to bring it to you faster than the radio can

There’s a worm at the bottom of my garden

And his dream is yesterday

He holidays in the frontal lobe

For you know not what you say

Goodbye to Zoroaster

Disappearing into binary trails

Coming home with all our jet black sails

I don’t like women when they don’t want me

So I raise down all the world I can’t see