She's saying you're lost She thinks it's time for you to detox Too many tunes inside your head Why don't you fill it up with her instead
She's not playing But you are She wants romance But you want guitars Your headphones on like you prefer But you should have lend your ears to her
you're an addict to the audio a chronic record lover who feeds off stereo
Just like the meat you eat The booze, you choose The nicotine, the coffee And the sugars that you need So, You're not ready for detox Turn on the radio Turn on the radio
It's not healthy You're not fit She says if you don't quit Then She'll split She needs silence And not your noise your habit's nothing she enjoys
And you're a nut for every kind of sound A chronic vinyl player who can't stop spinning 'round
Just like the meat you eat The booze, you choose The nicotine, the coffee And the sugars that you need So, You're not ready for detox Turn on the radio Turn on the radio
Just like the meat you eat The booze, you choose The nicotine, the coffee And the sugars that you need So, You're not ready for detox Turn on the radio Turn on the radio