New Model Army - States Radio lyrics

88.2 is your Saviour station God hangs like a shadow high above the nation Like a phantom hurricane 91.6 is Cla**ic Soul Obama flyer still hanging by the side of the road Like a long last prayer And the pawn shops glisten like the p**n 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 Cla**ic 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