The driver controls the radio
While the passenger sleeps against the window
And the policeman with the thinning hair
Watches people running red lights, but he doesn?t care
Because he?s in a way as the hours pass
Drawing shapes in the steam on the cold cold glass of his windshield
All I know
Strangled by the radio
All I know
All I know
Strangled by the radio
All I know
And do you feel the world gloss over you?
Like the way you treat the magazines in the waiting rooms
Cause it?s a brute sport that we?re playing
?Everybody wins? is just a saying to keep the losers feeling lucky
In fact, I feel defeated
Like everything I?ve done is meaningless
All I know
Strangled by the radio
All I know
All I know
Strangled by the radio
All I know