I was chillin' in the shine of the light, night style doin' anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations playin' songs, bringin' tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinkin' about hidin' the receiver when the switch broke cause it's old
They're sayin' things that I can hardly believe, they really think we're gettin' out of control
Radio is a sound salvation, radio is cleanin' up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you were told, you better listen to the radio
I wanna fight the hand that feeds me, I wanna fight that hand so badly
I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut out, they don't wanna hear about it, it's only inches on the reel to reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anecdote the way that you feel
Radio is a sound salvation, radio is cleanin' up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you were told, you better listen to the radio
What if I'm real?
Not a lesser bill
What if I'm real?
Real, real
Real, real
Real, real
Real, real
Real, real
Real, real
Real, real
Real, real