Lyrics

Another bullshit story about what happened in '63 How come it's always Texas when there's a murder on TV? You know that you're in Texas Cause there's a murder on the TV screen Don't you know You get that signal everywhere you go From New York City to Mexico No soap radio No soap radio Another bloodsick maniac out on the campaign trail Like mercury in the water after the revolution fails A shadow in the doorway After the revolution fails Don't you know You get that signal everywhere you go From New York City to Mexico No soap radio No soap radio No soap... no soap radio No soap... no soap radio No soap... no soap radio No soap... no soap radio No soap... no soap radio No soap... no soap radio No soap... no soap radio I know that my days are numbered I can feel my heart expand I know the venom is in my blood By the mark upon my hand The venom in my blood The mark upon my hand The venom in my blood The mark upon my hand The venom in my blood The mark upon my hand Don't you know You get that signal everywhere you go From New York City to Mexico No soap radio No soap radio No soap radio No soap radio...
Writer(s): Curtis Eller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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