RADIOMAN


Waking each day, no money no pay,
Living in a box alone with his pain,
Kissing the rain that's pouring again,
Blaming the system for where he came
Trapped inside a fish-eye lens,
Trying to get out cause it won't change,
Money doesn't mean that much to him,
But maybe another bottle of gin.
Here comes that Radioman,
He smiles but no one sees him,
Here comes that Radioman,
Tune in your might hear him.
(Radioman)
Living in the same old shoes,
With every step the world comes through,
Like a river that flows on down,
Dragging him under to the sand,
He rises up to another day,
The people laugh but they don't stay,
They try to hide their guilt away,
With a smile that says that it's okay.
Here comes the Radioman,
He smiles but no one sees him,
Here comes the Radioman,
Tune in your might hear him.
(Radioman, the Radioman)