And all I've got is this Transistor radio Tuned in to rockers Quarter bag and a quarter beer And empty wallet
There ain't no water left in the wishing well And I'm pulling up fast on the gates of hell It it don't seem like there's much hope in this world Left to beg, steal, or borrow And when the smoke clears In the occupied zone In the final days the truth shall be knows And the promises they made weren't promises at all Just lies
And it's cold on the street when the winds blow Down Columbus avenue Whatcha gonna do when they judge you? Whatcha gonna do when it's over? And it's cold on the street when the winds blow Down Columbus avenue Whatcha gonna do when it's over? Whatcha gonna do when it's through?
And this old tale's four walls Keep closing in on me And this whole town Ain't nothing like it used to be
And on the dashboard of a stolen Caprice The virgin Mary blesses the thief Watches over the fallen, the weak and the shepardless And the rain keeps falling Like a heart attack, man And the lights are flashing And the sirens calling And I never wanter it to end this way But what can I do?
And it's cold on the street when the winds blow Down Columbus avenue Whatcha gonna do when they judge you? Whatcha gonna do when it's over? And it's cold on the street when the winds blow Down Columbus avenue Whatcha gonna do when it's over? Whatcha gonna do when it's through? And I've got is this Transistor radio And I've got is this Transistor radio And I've got is this Transistor radio And I've got is this Transistor radio