She's saying, you're lost
She thinks it's time for you to detox
Too many tunes inside your head

Why don't you fill it up with her instead

She's not playing, but you are

She wants romance but you want guitars
Your head was all like you prefer
But you should have lend your ears to her


You're an addict to the audio
A chronic record lover who feeds on stereo


Just like the meat you eat,
The booze you choose,

The nicotine, the coffee
And the sugars that you need so


You're not ready for detox
Turn on the radio


It's not healthy, you're not fit
She says if you don't quit then she'll split
She needs silence and not your noise

Your habit's nothing she enjoys

And you're an (ATH? ) for every kind of sound

A chronic vinyl player, who can't stop spinning 'round

Just like the meat you eat,

The booze you choose,
The nicotine, the coffee
And the sugars that you need so


You're not ready for detox
Turn on the radio