Sound the alarms;
the old rats are back.
Built out of blood and oil
and seeping through the cracks.

I heard history called you
on the radio, radio, radio, radio.
Couldn't turn up the volume
on the radio, radio, radio, radio.

Paranoia,
my trusted friend.
Cold War was perfect,
let's repeat that one again.

I heard history called you
on the radio, radio, radio, radio.
Gonna turn up the volume
on the radio, radio, radio, radio.

Don't mind me,
I'm just burning out.
Don't mind me,
I'm just burning out,
burning out again.

I feel like one in a million.
You feel like one in a million.

Sound the alarms;
the old rats are back.
Built out of blood and oil
and seeping through the cracks.

I heard history called you
on the radio, radio, radio, radio.
Couldn't turn up the volume
on the radio, radio, radio, radio.

Don't mind me,
I'm just burning out.
Don't mind me,
I'm just burning out,
burning out again.

I feel like one in a million.
You feel like one in a million.


Lyrics submitted by eyegouger, edited by kgrief

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