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Built in the belly of junk by the river, my cabin stands; |
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Made from the trash I dug off the heap with my own bare hands. |
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Every night I'm back at the shack, I'm sure no one is there, |
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I'm putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air... |
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On the air |
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On the air |
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On the air |
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Every morning I'm out at dawn with the dwarfs and tramps |
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For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps. |
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Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn't there, |
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But they're all going to know who I am, 'cos I can go out on the air. |
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[Chorus] (On the air...) |
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Leaving the car down the leafy lane, |
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Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane. |
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Anyone at all, from Captain Zero |
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And his band of superheroes standing by on call. |
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Oh it's not easy, |
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No it's not easy making real friends... |
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Don't give me your steak-reared milkboys, milkboys, |
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Half alive on empty white noise, white noise, |
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I've got power, I'm proud to be loud, my signal goes out clear, |
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I want everybody to know that Mozo is here! |
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[Chorus] |
