The driver controls the radio

As the passenger sleeps against the window

And the police man with the thinning hair

Watches people running red lights, but he doesn't care

Because he's, in a way, as the hours pass

Drawing shapes in the steam on the cold, cold glass of his windshield

All I know, strangled by the radio

All I know

All I know, strangled by the radio

All I know

And do you feel the world gloss over you?

Like the way you treat the magazines in the waiting rooms

'Cause it's a brute sport that we're playing

"Everybody wins" is just a saying to keep the losers feelin' lucky

In fact, I feel defeated, like everything I've done is meaningless

All I know, strangled by the radio

All I know

All I know, strangled by the radio

All I know