Mark Seymour Radio Death Song Lyrics

Spending the weekend at home
You're never alone
Your neighbours are playing

You're dreaming of paradise lost
You can't make the cost
Of great getaways

Creatures of habit go strange
All the little routines never change

What a glorious day
You can wither away in the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun

In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done

The radio plays the death song
It drones on and on
Day after day

And just before you're overcome
The washing is done
There's no better way

Well you're surfing the dial for the sound
Of sledgehammers breaking you ground

On a glorious day
You can wither away
In the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun

In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done Well the past is behind you
You pass the test
Somebody loves you
The cats in the next

It's quiet seclusion
You've been there a while
In the land of milk and honey
You're drowning in style

Ohhh la la
La na na
So far ago
So much to believe in
So little to know

Superman's wearing his best
Bulletproof vest
His Pepsodent smile

And he welcomes his number one guest
She's home for the rest
She'll be there a while

(?) barrels the ground
But despair doesn't make any sound

One a glorious day
You can wither away in the sun

There's no time to waste getting wasted
While you're still having fun

In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done

In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done

In your bubble
It's never trouble
To get nothing done