find the light Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light There is no radio transition overload What's on the airwaves tell me is there
Übersetzung: The Living End. There Is No Radio.
to find the light Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light There is no radio transition overload What's on the airwaves tell me is there
to look and sound alike Why is everyone on everybody else's cuts Why is everyone on everybody else's nuts Why are most of ya'll even still in this profession There
: [2x] Everybody over there! Get on up! Everybody up there! Get into it! Everybody right there! Get involved! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] All the people
: There comes a time when we hear a certain call When the world must come together as one There are people dying and its time to lend a hand to life
Los Angeles natives creating things that take you higher Elevate you past the stars Infiltrating clubs and bars End this now and act a fool If your loss is
more the feeling of it all. Well winter's gonna end, I'm gonna clean these veins again. So close to dying that I finally can start living. "Hi, we're back. This is Radio
: [B-Real talking] Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' What's hot Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up Anytime somethin
bout to sin but your body is a blessing (Papa forgive me) Can we take it up stairs My bed when and there All i want to do is Give you all of me And want
you need to know is you've got a friend We've been living life, right 'til the end If I'm troubled I know I can depend 'Cause all I need to know is I'
it's 3AM again, like it always seems to be Driving northbound, driving homeward, driving wind is driving me. It just seems so funny how I always end up
fucker We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine You'll be wearing a black suit a long time I put your crew in hard bottoms The priest is
niggas finished? Got your little radio, play your little videos huh? You finished nigga, huh, huh, huh? Ya'll finished, Can I Live? Huh, Can I Live?
is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, thats a given Why is it? why dont y'all try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived in My mind been through hell
s watchin' me Tell me is it just a dream? The star in my eye is dying Flashbulbs always blinding My lipgloss is shining But that look is lying Fake smiles
I refuse to be living Living as a prisoner in my mind Living as a prisoner in my time Living as a prisoner why, why should I? I refuse to be living Living
