I like to move it, move it.
I like to move it, move it.
Ya like to… move it.

You want a taste of my brain?
Ok, it's yours anyway
A bite of my eye?
Alright, I won't put up a fight

Maybe today you try eating someone else for a change
because the way that things are going I won't last another day.

You open up my ribs
the blood flows out like a river
you strip away my bones and you indulge in my liver

You know more I'm in pain
The more that you gain
and to me that seems like a pretty fair trade

you bite
my nervous system ignites
the torment, in-spite
sacrifices must be made

Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives
Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives
Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives

Cold, the air and water flowing
Hard, the land we call our home
Push, to keep the dark from coming
Feel the weight of what we owe

And we all life
We are all adrift
Together, together
Through the cold mist
Till we are lifeless
Together, together

When you said alright
I thought you meant alright
When you said that's fine
I thought you meant that's fine
I guess some standards don't always apply

When the kid goes home
He always goes alone
He hides in the machine
And always stays fourteen
Well there's really nothing wrong with the plan
He goes to sleep at night and holds his own hand
It's inconceivable there could be an end

Who brings you back when you're gone gone gone...
Who keeps saying your prayers when you blow 'em off?

SPLASHDOWN - KARMA SLAVE

To the gentlemen, I'm Miss Fortune
To the ladies, I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Anyway it's all the same

I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head

I'm too sexy for this shirt, too sexy for this shirt. Too sexy it hurts.

I keep having dreams of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan,
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them,
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom,
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten.
I keep having dreams.

Amy worked in a bar in Exeter, I went back to her house and I slept beside her.
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night, terrified of her own insides.
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst breaking through a life over-rehearsed.
She can't remember which came first, the house, the home or the terrible thirst.
She keeps having dreams.

And on the worst days, when it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons,
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bedstand, so she can always run.
She could get up, shower, and in half an hour she'd be gone.

I keep having dreams of things I need to do, of waking up and of following through,
But it feels like I haven't slept at all when I wake to her silence and she's facing the wall,
Posters of Dylan and Hemmingway, an antique compass for a sailor's escape.
She says "You just can't live this way", and I close my eyes and I never say,
"I'm still having dreams".

And on the worst days, when it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons,
I sleep with my passport, one eye on the backdoor, so I can always run.
I could get up, shower and in half an hour I'd be gone.

And come morning, I am disappeared, just an imprint on the bed sheets.
I'm by the roadside, with my thumb out; a car pulls up, and Bob's driving.
So I climb in, we don't say a word as we pull off into the sunrise,
And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country.

We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream of the beating heart of the country.
We are electric pulses in the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country.

Duck tales, oooo oOo oooo. Na na na don't know the other words. Duck tales!