(Gos-sip gos-sip Gos-sip gos-sip)
1) I heard it in the night, words that thoughtless speak
2) I hear it through the day, airwaves getting filled
3) He's in the clubs and bars, and never turns it down
4) He's in your T.V. set, won't give it a rest
5) He's in the films and songs, and all your magazines
6) It's all across our lives, like a weed it's spread
7) Can creep up in the dark, make us hide behind shades
1) Like vultures swooping down below on the devil's radio.
2) With gossip broadcast to and fro on the devil's radio.
(oh yeah, gos-sip, gos-sip, oh yeah)
3) Talkin' about what he don't know on the devil's radio
4) That soul betraying so and so, the devil's radio.
(gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip)
To Chorus 1
5) It's everywhere that you may go, the devil's radio.
(Solo)
(oh yeah, gos-sip, gos-sip, oh yeah)
To Chorus 2
6) Till nothing else has space to grow, the devil's radio.
7) And buzzing like a dynamo, the devil's radio.
(gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip, oh yeah)
Chorus 1
It's white and black like industrial waste,
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I don't hang out much
I wonder why you can't see.
Chorus 2
Runs thick and fast and no one really sees
quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an Eskimo igloo
1) I heard it in the night, words that thoughtless speak
2) I hear it through the day, airwaves getting filled
3) He's in the clubs and bars, and never turns it down
4) He's in your T.V. set, won't give it a rest
5) He's in the films and songs, and all your magazines
6) It's all across our lives, like a weed it's spread
7) Can creep up in the dark, make us hide behind shades
1) Like vultures swooping down below on the devil's radio.
2) With gossip broadcast to and fro on the devil's radio.
(oh yeah, gos-sip, gos-sip, oh yeah)
3) Talkin' about what he don't know on the devil's radio
4) That soul betraying so and so, the devil's radio.
(gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip)
To Chorus 1
5) It's everywhere that you may go, the devil's radio.
(Solo)
(oh yeah, gos-sip, gos-sip, oh yeah)
To Chorus 2
6) Till nothing else has space to grow, the devil's radio.
7) And buzzing like a dynamo, the devil's radio.
(gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip, oh yeah)
Chorus 1
It's white and black like industrial waste,
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I don't hang out much
I wonder why you can't see.
Chorus 2
Runs thick and fast and no one really sees
quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an Eskimo igloo