I guess I tore my head off
I hope there's something waiting for me
To make my exit pay-off
Taste and smell and touch
Have faded from pollution
As a last resort I chose the stupidest solution
The first thing I did when I got in the gate
Was crank up the left-hand dial
I got there first
The track star seemed to take a while
Now I can dance like Nureyev
With these wings on my body
St. Peter complains that it's too loud in the lobby
And I hear the voice of God
He's brilliant on the microphone
And the radio in heaven
Can make a heathen feel at home
All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart
Every word sung is both emotional & smart
There's a gorgeous sunset
Happening on the airwaves
I really want you to hear this song one day
So you behave
And I hear the voice of God
He's brilliant on the microphone
And the radio in heaven
Can make a heathen feel at home
At home
Now I rush to the finger of light I guess I tore my head off I hope there's something waiting for me To make my exit pay-off Taste and smell and touch Have faded from pollution As a last resort I chose the stupidest solution The first thing I did when I got in the gate Was crank up the left-hand dial I got there first The track star seemed to take a while Now I can dance like Nureyev With these wings on my body St. Peter complains that it's too loud in the lobby And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart Every word sung is both emotional & smart There's a gorgeous sunset Happening on the airwaves I really want you to hear this song one day So you behave And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home At home Explain Request ×
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