Religion On The Radio

I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
Askin' myself if they a metaphor of the lack of drive, a dead battery eye

You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
And the purchase screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
Too much dead pride in singing mood through American veins
Through confidence of twenty fools will equal four change

Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my job, maybe break the band (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave the space hidden on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I have religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal

So, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
But keep it in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with high
Don't you think to study over now, what a waste
The gun in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face

Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my job, maybe break the band (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave the space hidden on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I have religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh!

Are you gonna' break down the wall
Playin' with a red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust

Break down the wall
Playin' with the red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up
Turn me all to dust
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!