Ataris. So Long, Astoria. Radio #2. Zeneszám

Meet me at midnight at the broadcast tower high above the Hollywood sign.

You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio.
Everyone will come from miles around to witness this beautiful sight,
we'll set bonfires, pretend it's the Fourth of July.

This is the starting of a brand new revolution, bite the hand that feeds.
Stand up and fight against the messages that they're sending...
stop their frequency.

You're always talking, it's never ending.
It's about time that we turned off the radio,
call the request lines and tell them it's over.
You're always playing all of the same songs over and over again.
It's about time that we all turned off the radio.

We'll listen to b-sides and sing-along to anthems of the years gone by.
integrity and honesty will prevail tonight.
When it's all over, one question still remains...
Why do so many bands never make it to the radio?

Look outside your F.M. dial, they're preaching lie in 4/4 time.
a generation without a voice and stripped of pride.