Radio

They try to teach me all the right wrongs To teach me how to behave But I'm a ticking little time bomb And I could blow any day I take the screen off of my window I'll be a rebel in time Collecting drama for my daydream And all I need is my mind 'Cause I can hear the radio play I can hear the record turning I can hear the telephone ring God called To tell me I can reach out and touch anything I've got umbilical conundrum Don't know how far it can stretch He taught me how to get my rocks off A night I'll never forget But I don't need no closet full of play-things I've got electric guitar Collecting drama for my pipe dream queen She says that I'll be a star 'Cause I can hear the radio play I can hear the record turning I can hear the telephone ring God called To tell me I can reach out and touch anything Down by the river in the backroads It's good kid party time They wanna feel alive just for a moment Before they fall back in line But all the goth rockers in their bedrooms Are listening to Robert Smith And saying no, no We don't need to join your little mob When we've got Gods in stereo 'Cause we can hear the radio play We can hear the record turning We can hear the telephone ring God called To tell us we can reach out and touch anything I can hear the radio play I can hear the record turning I can hear the telephone ring God called To tell me I can reach out and touch anything