I like turning on the radio When I'm running a little too low Hear the melodies that came before Stretching out across the floor When the signal is coming in I remember how to live again But all the talk is getting old It sounds like mind control Gimme no more lies, no more hysteria No lies, coming through in stereo No lies, no more hysteria please I want no more lies, no more hysteria No lies, coming through in stereo No lies, no more hysteria please When you start to get long in years Pretty soon you got to change your gears If you got to break down in tears, go ahead There is nothing stopping you here When I want to get outside the crowd Turn on that radio, clear and loud But I'm only finding talk today And I don’t care what they say Treat the world like it’s some kind of zoo Feeling clever in the interview But the guests are just versions of you Repetition doesn’t make it true Keep telling lies on the radio Try to spread the fear, they got a lot of fear I really want to listen to what I don’t know Got a lot to hear, there’s a lot to hear I love any song that stirs the soul My spirit was raised by rock and roll It’s not a game, so stop keeping score I don’t want to listen to you talk no more Gimme no more lies, no more hysteria No lies, coming through in stereo No lies, no more hysteria please I want no more lies, no more hysteria No lies, coming through in stereo No lies, no more hysteria please