It's radio, it's radio, silence, silence
Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little
With all that they're revealing
I don't know, nobody likes what I like that's how I like it
It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence
Take the cynical saint to the stake and you burn it
Where have all the merrymakes gone?
I'll hail to another confession
It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence
Maintain a little, maintain a little
It's radio, it's radio, silence, silence
Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
Information than you ask for, ask for this
But one thing's sure there's always more
It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence
Maintain a little, maintain a little, maintain a little
Just enough knowledge to know
And it's losing me
Some things are personal at least they should be
And others still may shock, shock, shock you
Where have all the merrymakers gone?
I don't know anything, anything, anything
