God’s Own Radio

Well, I met her Sunday morning, she said, "I thought you were dead"
She was singing good and loud to the songs in her head
She's got heaven in her pocket and it jangles with her change
Down a pedestrian thoroughfare to God's own radio
She said, "Nothing ever mattered 'cause nothing ever changes
All the lies that you wrote are ripped from my pages
I don't need you no more and I'll never look back
'Cause I'm tuned in now to God's own radio"

But there's a sound on the airwaves that's tripping the scene
We got the number one song if you know what I mean
From the back end of nowhere to Idaho
Hey, look out, here we go, it's God's own radio

Well, I can't abandon the thought that she's sinking
I look in her eyes and I know what she's thinking
She said, "Hey, you can't touch me, you ain't seen the light"
Hell, you got that right, on God's own radio
I only met her in the morning and by 10:15
She was trying to turn me to the clean-living scene
Well, I made my excuses, said I had to go
She's got her own show on God's own radio

But there's a sound on the airwaves that's tripping the scene
We got the number one song if you know what I mean
From the back end of nowhere to Idaho
They don't play rock and roll on God's own radio

But there's a sound on the airwaves that's tripping the scene
We got the number one song if you know what I mean
From the back end of nowhere to Idaho
Hey, look out, here we go, it's God's own radio
God's own radio
It's God's own radio
God's own radio

Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
God's own radio
Whoo-hoo
God's own radio, uh-huh
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