(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
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
(gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip, gos-sip)
To Chorus 1
(oh yeah, gos-sip, gos-sip, oh yeah)
To Chorus 2
(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