It came from nowherenOn the 38 GearynA girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wirenThrough spiderweb windowsnOf blood stained glassnA pagoda's shadow and a cruel sunny skynOh the flash then the silencenShouldn't there be screaming praying cryingnOh anything at allnTell me where are the sirensnFire's getting closer but I've got to stay calmnnIt's just the radio darling,nJust the radio and your runaway imaginationnJust the radio darlingnWe can turn away to another stationnnOutside they're handing outnFate to the woundednLittle tags in black red yellow, and greennIt's now my twenty-fifth hournWith a scalpel in handnIf I stop moving I will sleep on my feetnAnd the rumors are seethingnGunfire at freeway exits, bridges mid-barricadesnI can feel the fog creepingnGod where is the morphine, the sweet lidocainennIt's just the radionnSing me a love song dearnWhat good has the news ever done menCome on it'll never happen here, oh nonWe are not some third world countrynThis is not some third world countrynnI'm sorry MamanI held on for as long as I couldnI'm sorry PapanThere was nothing more I could donnIt's just the radio