Religion On The Radio

I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway

Askin' myself are they a metaphor of the lack of drive, or dead battery eyes?

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 departure screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in

Too much debt, pride, and seinging mood through American veins

The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame

Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)

Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)

Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)

It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio

We can't find any other signal

Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build

But keeping in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with height

Don't you think of starting over now, what a waste

The guy in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face

Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)

Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)

Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)

It's no surprise I hear 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!