Radio's Gone

Take me by boots

Or take me by plane

What’s in the water

By Lake Pontchartrain?

My old America

Gold in its youth

Gunned down on Fridays

By John Wilkes Booth

Safe in the schoolhouse

Not safe in the yard

Wander like cowboys

End up at the bar

Speak like a Frenchman

You lose your respect

Take away, son

And you know what you’ll get

Yell in the mornings

It’s just what you need

To fry back your earlobes

From justice diseased

I’ll throw away my life

If you throw away yours

Let’s go get lost

Out on Emily’s moors

Guiled by the watchman

And stole by the clock

Warped like a werewolf

Who’s stuck in the pot

German directions

To occupied France

Jewel king collections

A marvelous dance

Hey, what’s that you say?

Radio’s gone for the day

Take back the teachers

And beats like the praise

Walk on the plank that’s

The cat’s favorite place

Think like a Martian

They’ve invaded us once

Hats on your guns

There’s a reason we won

Castles in whiskey

And sand in the sky

Halting like grenadiers

We hang our July’s

Takeout Chinese food

And Facebook’s our lives

It’s no mistake

We’ve done said our goodbyes