radio musicola - nik kershaw

 black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination

 more fodder for the new lost generation

 i got a question to send you to the nearest closet

 "why can't you let us do it like joni does it?"

 there you go again, giving it your very best

 trying so hard to make it sound like all thee rest

 and as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul

 you gave us t.v. dinners,

 now it's t.v. rock 'n' roll

 we're growing up

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 i got political inclinations to announce

 but no way,

 if it doesn't scan with your accounts

 i got some spiritual ideology for you

 i know it's gotta correspond with the corporation view

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 you can find it in the streets

 you can find it in the elevators

 you can find it

 where the ladies wash their hands

 it emanates from littleboxes on the wall and it'll

 soon be coming in disposable tin cans

 my soul shows art to me,

 but dollars says my radio

 wall street liquid lunches showing us the way to go

 why tolerate this numismatical polity?

 there isn't any other way,

 there isn't any other way, more's the pity

 we're growing up

 we're growing up

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