Stay in the car, hit the locks
If I’m not back in 10 minutes tops, call the cops
And tell 'em they cant be stopped
Cadavers in coffeeshops
I prefer my undead with a little bit of life

They march like an Army of Darkness
Through Arkham Asylum with kryptonite crosses
But I will not help you foster this apocalypse
I got the key, so listen to me

I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo

The hills are alive with the sound of these slaves
Who don’t know the airwaves are gold plated graves
But they sing and they dance and they sway and obey and decay
While these forces set torches ablaze

So what are the chances that we’ll ever thrive
In a beehive where the best you can do is survive?
Tonight, I need you to stay here, stay alive
And maybe these lips will collide

Just give me a shot
I’ll climb the antennae to radio freedom
And lead 'em to victory

Ready or not
Cause they got the money and power
The hour of reckoning beckoning

Give it to God
Cause I’m on the side of the angels
But I know my demons too well

And they like it hot
So give me the lighter, I'll set em on fire
And watch 'em burn brighter, get higher

I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo

I turn the radio up
But I can't seem to drown out the sound
I think I'm surrounded, it's satellite down
Stereoblivion
Vivien Leigh in a "Streetcar for Hire"

I turn the radio up
But I hear no one honest
It's dark but the dawn us upon us
They’ve broken their promise
So we’ve got to harness
The underground’s burning
So pass it around

Hey!
Open the door!
The levee has broken
They’ve spoken
We’re not safe here anymore
They’ve got us cornered like animals
Some kind of cannibals
Bearing their teeth and their mandibles

Hannibal Lecter got nothing on this kind of violence
The silence of man is a curse
We're caught in the friction of this new addicition
Our own crucifixion
So ready the hearse

So what are the chances that we'll ever see
Past the dirt and the dust and the smoke and debris?
They keep shoving these jokes down our throat 'til we choke
Can't you see we're surrounded? It's just you and me

They're coming in fast
But the car ain't gonna drive
I syphoned the tank and threw gas on the hive
But I need you to stay here with me, stay alive
And maybe these hips will collide

I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo