Slow down came guts out blowing like a saxophone
Chopped his bowl of our turn again

Super lady
Heads turned down
Drooling bastards
In case they're never found

Radio ape shot
A fool caught down
Pretend it's stone groovy
Nothing like a tin crown

[?] heat
God, it's nothing but a cap gun
Wipe those moody ghosts away
[?] protection
[?] mob squad
His mind is filled with [?]
But his hands are stone gray

Can't see anything better
The colds always get in the way
Find our communication severed
Over and over again

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Radio Apeshot song meanings
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