05/01/06 lyrics/music – kent meloy
straighten out the service
with a fine tooth comb
hope you like it here ’cause you won’t be goin’ home
the times they went and changed
and now you know you weren’t alone
tell me ’bout the number
’cause the beast is feelin’ fine
got my boys a-playin in the mode of the divine
it isn’t radio that sold you
it isnt’ radio that sold you….
seems to me i knew you
when you had a virgin’s ear
all the while watching as they preyed upon your fear
a chill is in the air and
it gets colder every year
tell me now where were you
when you hit the great divide
you didn’t see it comin’ and that’s why it’s so sublime
it isn’t radio that sold you
it isnt’ radio that sold you….
the death of the profit was whispered through studio walls
tossed into the ether let’s see how far it falls
dress it in black it’s a long way back
dress it in black it’s a long way back
suckered by the service
now I’ve got no place to roam
guess you like what you hear when you’re a million miles from home
it isn’t radio that sold you