I was chillin' in the shine of the light, night style doin' anything my radio advisedWith every one of those late night stations playin' songs, bringin' tears to my eyesI was seriously thinkin' about hidin' the receiver when the switch broke cause it's oldThey're sayin' things that I can hardly believe, they really think we're gettin' out of controlRadio is a sound salvation, radio is cleanin' up the nationThey say you better listen to the voice of reasonBut they don't give you any choice cause they think that it's treasonSo you had better do as you were told, you better listen to the radioI wanna fight the hand that feeds me, I wanna fight that hand so badlyI wanna make them wish they'd never seen meSome of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times aheadBut everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bedYou either shut up or get cut out, they don't wanna hear about it, it's only inches on the reel to reelAnd the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anecdote the way that you feelRadio is a sound salvation, radio is cleanin' up the nationThey say you better listen to the voice of reasonBut they don't give you any choice cause they think that it's treasonSo you had better do as you were told, you better listen to the radioWhat if I'm real?Not a lesser billWhat if I'm real?Real, realReal, realReal, realReal, realReal, realReal, realReal, realReal, real