got petrol in the tank
didnt get it from a yank
and oil to set the engine running free
while the man from the moon
helps in sorting out a tune
from the box that had turned to black
while the fathere in the head
turns all negative instead
of finding out a way to let you know
that the truth that you need
cant be found indeed
on the bloody thing they call the radio
so those whispering voices sneak
up to cause trouble deep
with the fear that there minds do love to breed
what should have been sheer gladness
ends up dark as pure deep madness
as they destroy the work you do
with hate and hurt anew
then suddenly they're back
monotones in black
with insincerity deceit and hurt to go