You know what makes me happy
  The things that make you sad
  The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
  I found my indecision
  The product of the media grime
  The feel that I control have you press rewind
  
  And now I'm on the wings
  Hoping that you'll hear
  Don't bother to respond
  You love to hear me again
  And when the sun beams down all of your lies
  Close, close, yeah close the light
  
  The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero
  The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
  
  And you are peering down through parascopic eyes
  Close, close, yeah close (conscience)
  
  I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
  We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played
  
  And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off
  The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
  
  I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
  We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played