Supergarage - Pop Pop Radio - Sözleri

2nd class, yeah I've sold my soul,

1 million ducats for my bleeding heart

Yeah, take me back, when I was poor

And hungry for one morsel of your love

Carolina, did you think that we'd be finer



Well I'm a slave to the pop pop radio,

Relegated to the pop pop radio

Now I blame it on the pop pop radio

Let me go



Mmm sneak attack, they pushed, poked, pulled

Until my greatest hits my deal ain't done

Payola's back and I've gone gold,

I'm the corporate whore's fortunate son

Promises made before fortune and fame

Are so good when they last

Ain't no good when they change.

I write the words, I play the part

To know that in the future

We get back to the start

Cause I got much grander plans,

Baby gonna be high as the sky

Patience my love all in good time

As sure as the sun, brings on that day

We will be all alone, miles and miles away.

Yeah the people will talk and the papers will say










		
			



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