It came from nowhere
On the 38 Geary
A girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wire
Through spiderweb windows
Of blood stained glass
A pagodas shadow and a cruel sunny sky
Oh the flash then the silence
Shouldnt there be screaming praying crying
Oh anything at all
Tell me where are the sirens
Fires getting closer but Ive got to stay calm
Its just the radio darling,
Just the radio and your runaway imagination
Just the radio darling
We can turn away to another station
Outside theyre handing out
Fate to the wounded
Little tags in black red yellow, and green
Its now my twenty-fith hour
With a scalpel in hand
If I stop moving I will sleep on my feet
And the rumors are seething
I can feel the fog creeping
God where is the morphine, the sweet lidocaine
Its just the radio
Sing me a love song dear
What good has the news ever done me
Come on itll never happen here, oh no
We are not some third world country
This is not some third world country
Im sorry Mama
I held on for as long as I could
Im sorry Papa
There was nothing more I could do
Its just the radio