one night with you anis
i'm sick of the taste
your love is napalm
you shove in my face
i'm feeling restless
i've had it with space
i know what kisses are for
radio city suicide
i know you think i'm on your side
burn marks and blisters you can't hide
i'm not a victim
one eye on the ashtray
one on the clock
washing down aspirin
with your bad punk rock
now i'm filling holes in
after the shock
i know what it's like to lose
i'm feeling so small
my dull circus crowd
taken your insults and i'm spitting them back
your antenna splits
your receiver curls
first we take the airwaves
then we take the world
radio city suicide