Wrestling the Radio

Eating Pebble

She caught me wrestling the radio,
with the table as my stadium.
I'm getting sick of all the harmony,
so now I'm getting down again.

I try to make it better,
I try to make it matter,
I try to figure out where all the time has gone away.
I try to make her listen,
I try to change her taste,
but all I ever get is this boring hideous waste,
she calls music.

I just connect her with reality,
a little help to get variety,
but she keeps singing like the others do,
I guess I'm going down again.

I try to make it better,
I try to make it matter,
I try to figure out where all the time has gone away.
I try to make her listen,
I try to change her taste,
but all I ever get is this boring hideous waste,
She keep calling music.

She caught me wrestling the radio,
with the table as my stadium.
I'm getting sick of all the harmony,
so now I'm getting down again.

I try to make it better,
I try to make it matter,
I try to figure out where all the time has gone away.
I try to make her listen,
I try to change her taste,
but all I ever get is this boring hideous waste,
she calls music.

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