Vigilantes Of Love - Songs On The Radio lyrics

Pardon my imposition and the slurred speech on my tongue But I couldn't help but notice you were looking for ruins to hide among See, I've tried on all these faces to see if they might fit I've tried to mumble phrases, but I'm tripping over it The songs on the radio just s**, I'm afraid It is my turn to drive, and I can barely stay awake Hazardous conditions The pavement is wet I've got an 18-wheeler future breathing down my neck And the bridge is icing over, and the brakes are shot to hell And the voice on the radio says, "Here comes the '60s" They were arguing the merits of Freud and Darwin on MTV Oh, the things they foist upon men's minds in the blessed name of free inquiry Buy stock in psychiatric hospitals Soon there'll be no vacancy If they see no one's at home out there, then someone else has got to fill that need The songs on the radio still s**, I'm afraid It is my turn to drive, and I can barely stay awake I need someone tonight My condition I need someone tonight You have got my permission Now when a need is nonexistent you've got to create desire Eastern Europe is the most likely buyer They've been dying for it, crying for it ever since the wall For syringes, p**n, designer d**, orgasms and shopping malls Won't you pardon my imposition and my lack of tact and flair? I was looking for salvation I was hoping you might tell me where I can smell it on your breath, smell it on your hair I can almost reach and grasp it, but my vision is so impaired 'Cos there's dung on the airwaves as far as I can see As far as the ear can hear in the 1990s