Dead Radio (Howard Rowland S.)

You're bad for me Like cigarettes But I haven't sucked Enough of you yet Nothing is sacred And nothing is true I'm no one that's nowhere When I'm here with you I've lost the power I Had to distinguish Between what to ignite and What to extinguish I blew in last night I'm the ghost from the coast When the lighting is bad I'm the man with the most And you left me to choke On a heart up in smoke Smiling through your tears And your tetracycline overdose You're good for me Like coca cola I don't get any younger You don't get any older Everything's sacred And everything's true And all this is possible When I'm here with you I've got a lot to say But I keep my own counsel I'd like to spit it out But I won't speak with my mouth full I blew in last night I'm the ghost from the coast When the lighting is bad I'm the man with the most And you left me to choke On a heart up in smoke Smiling through your tears And your tetracycline overdose