Tekst:
Radio Birdman

Took a ride on the ocean, started swimming out Lost sight of land, time ran out Arms getting heavy, exhaustion's setting in Waves getting bigger, life

Seven Four, taking me away I'll never make it back to the USA 50 Million horsepower J-84 Slammed my head through a one-way door Oh no I can't use non

Fear and terror, watch out boy The sun is getting low After sundown we'll be ready And who could ask for more On the third day of the seventh month Is

My heart rips open 'cause you're my all Staring at my blank white wall The old clock is getting heavy-handed Waiting for a plane that never landed What

When you're walking down the street You never know I'm around But I am there and I'm watching Everywhere you go I'm the eye from outer space And my hand

remember when I heard it on the radio Oh, but now we are in September, come on, forget what we know Oh, I can still remember when I heard it on the radio

La stazione radio stamattina vive in una grande agitazion per un grave fatto s'indovina sono tutti in apprension Ingegneri, tecnici ed attori stanno

remember When I heard it on the radio Oh, but now we are September Come on, forget what we know Oh, I can still remember When I heard it on the radio

be your bird. I'm not your Chesnutt, I'm not your Mould, I'm not your DJ on late night radio, I'll be the first one to ask where you were, I'll be your bird