Well, I met her Sunday morning
She said, "I thought you were dead"
She was singing good and loud
To the songs in her head
She's got heaven in her pocket
And it jangles with her change
Down a pedestrian thoroughfare
To God's own radio
She said, "Nothing ever mattered
'Cause nothing ever changes
All the lies that you wrote
Are ripped from my pages"
I don't need you no more
And I'll never look back
'Cause I'm tuned in now
To God's own radio
There's a sound on the airwaves
That's tripping the scene
We've got the number one song
If you know what I mean
From the back end of nowhere
To Idaho
Hey, look out here we go
It's God's own radio
Well, I can't abandon
The thought that she's sinking
I look in her eyes
And I know what she's thinking
She says, "Hey, you can't touch me
You ain't seen the light"
Hell, you got that right
On God's own radio
I only met her in the morning
And by ten-fifteen
She was trying to turn me
To the clean–living scene
Well, I made my excuses
Said I had to go
She's got her own show
On God's own radio
There's a sound on the airwaves
That's tripping the scene
We've got the number one song
If you know what I mean
From the back end of nowhere
To Idaho
They don't play rock and roll
On God's own radio
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