You're an international fuckwit
You poke out the public eye
No you're not
The salt of the earth to me
I would stake my reputation
That you killed Brian Jones
It looks like you've got
The lips for it to me
Well I get no satisfaction
Listening to your songs
You lost the keys
To the hit factory
You've got no
Radio heart
You've got no
Radio heart
You've got no
Radio
Please give me shelter
Give me shelter from your storm
You crack me up
In your crocheted devils horns
And life's no rock'n'roll circus
Bring me Westerberg's head on ice
I do believe
He pissed in my pool last night
You've got no
Radio heart
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