Rob Kleiner and the Satanics - Cell Phone Radiation | Текст песни

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With hands around your neck, to force out confession.
Trying to shut you up, turns into obsession.
It's a 1800-nation, that's a hazardous occupation.
Calls to work, calls to home, calls for reasons I'm not sure.

Signals get busy and heads beeping dizzy, from that cellphone radiation. Come on.
My brain up radiation. You've reach 1800-don't use my number, don't use my number. Please lose my number.

That cellphone radiation. Cellphone radiation. That cellphone radiation. Cellphone radiation.

Hello operator, please disconnect this line.
Blow up my receiver. Make me a believer.
No need to leave a message, no need to call me back.
I'm out of service, six-feet under, massive heart attack.

Well like a room in charge, obedient heart. Drunk calls, dead stalls, keeping us apart.
Please try again, these calls can't be completed.

Well like a room in charge, obedient heart. Drunk calls, dead stalls, keeping us apart.
Please try again, these calls can't be completed.

Signals get busy and heads beeping dizzy, from that cellphone radiation. Come on.
My brain up radiation. You've reach 1800-don't use my number, don't use my number. Please lose my number.

Signals get busy and heads beeping dizzy, from that cellphone radiation. Come on.
My brain up radiation. You've reach 1800-don't use my number, don't use my number. Please lose my number.

That cellphone radiation. Cellphone radiation. That cellphone radiation. Cellphone radiation.

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