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88.2 is your Saviour stationGod hangs like a shadow high above the nationLike a phantom hurricane91.6 is Classic SoulObama flyer still hanging by the side of the roadLike a long last prayerAnd the pawn shops glisten like the porn girl starsAnd the cheap imitation armoured carsRoll up and down past empty barsShowing re-runs of the glory yearsBut now the Champion of All Time is getting battered and bruisedThe blows come raining downHe's standing there terrified to loseBut he's punch-drunk and he's going down94.7 is the Weather ChannelFloods and droughts and plagues straight out of the BibleAnd the scientists shake their headsAnd the air-con unit rattles and diesThe golf course green but the wells are dryAll looking to heaven with anxious eyesAs the vapour trails drift across cloudless skies96.4 is Classic RockSome of the kids that were sent are not coming backIt's like a ritual sacrificePressed uniforms and body-bagsAnd the smalltown church all decked with flagsAnd the waiting beds unslept inBy the ghosts all up in ArlingtonAnd as the leaves blow on an autumn dayThe funeral gathering kneels to prayMake it OK, make it OK, God, please, make it OK101-point-nothing is the shock jocksWhere every week is Hate WeekAnd we can scream and rage about everythingThen get back in the box that they keep us inAs the great land stretches onWhere the endless hopes are bornAll caught in a false dawn that lasts foreverAnd the great land stretches onWhere the endless dreams are bornAll caught in a false dawn that lasts forever

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