States Radio

88.2 is your Saviour station

God hangs like a shadow high above the nation

Like a phantom hurricane

91.6 is Classic Soul

Obama flyer still hanging by the side of the road

Like a long last prayer

And the pawn shops glisten like the porn girl stars

And the cheap imitation armoured cars

Roll up and down past empty bars

Showing re-runs of the glory years

But now the Champion of All Time is getting battered and bruised

The blows come raining down

He's standing there terrified to lose

But he's punch-drunk and he's going down

94.7 is the Weather Channel

Floods and droughts and plagues straight out of the Bible

And the scientists shake their heads

And the air-con unit rattles and dies

The golf course green but the wells are dry

All looking to heaven with anxious eyes

As the vapour trails drift across cloudless skies

96.4 is Classic Rock

Some of the kids that were sent are not coming back

It's like a ritual sacrifice

Pressed uniforms and body-bags

And the smalltown church all decked with flags

And the waiting beds unslept in

By the ghosts all up in Arlington

And as the leaves blow on an autumn day

The funeral gathering kneels to pray

Make it OK, make it OK, God, please, make it OK

101-point-nothing is the shock jocks

Where every week is Hate Week

And we can scream and rage about everything

Then get back in the box that they keep us in

As the great land stretches on

Where the endless hopes are born

All caught in a false dawn that lasts forever

And the great land stretches on

Where the endless dreams are born

All caught in a false dawn that lasts forever