She's saying you're lost She thinks it's time for you to detox Too many tunes inside your head Why don't you fill it up with her instead She's not playing But you are She wants romance But you want guitars You have a song like you prefer But you should have lent your ears to her You're an attitude of audio A chronic record lover Who feeds off stereo Just like the meat You eat The booze You choose The nicotine The coffee And the sugars that you need, so You're not ready for detox Turn on the radio Turn on the radio It's not healthy You're not fit She says if you don't quit Then she splits She needs silence And not your noise Your habit's nothing she enjoys And you're not offering any kind of sound A chronic vinyl player A cast that's spinning 'round Just like the meat You eat The booze You choose The nicotine The coffee And the shirts that you need, so You're not ready for detox Turn on the radio Turn on the radio Turn on the radio Just like the meat You eat The booze You choose The nicotine The coffee And the sugars that you need, so You're not ready for detox Turn on the radio Just like the meat You eat The booze You choose The nicotine The coffee And the sugars that you need, so You're not ready for detox Turn on the radio Turn on the radio Turn on the radio...

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October 2009