Transistor Radio - Jaya The Cat

And all I’ve got is this

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Tuned in to rockers (?)

Quarter bag and a quarter beer

And empty wallet

There ain’t no water left in the wishing well

And I’m pulling up fast on the gates of hell

It it don’t seem like there’s much hope in this world

Left to beg, steal, or borrow

And when the smoke clears

In the occupied zone

In the final days the truth shall be knows

And the promises they made weren’t promises at all

Just lies

And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow

Down Columbus avenue

Whatcha gonna do when they judge you?

Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?

And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow

Down Columbus avenue

Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?

Whatcha gonna do when it’s through?

And this old tale’s four walls (?)

Keep closing in on me

And this whole town

Ain’t nothing like it used to be

And on the dashboard of a stolen Caprice

The virgin Mary blesses the thief

Watches over the fallen, the weak and the shepardless

And the rain keeps falling

Like a heart attack, man

And the lights are flashing

And the sirens calling

And I never wanter it to end this way

But what can I do?

And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow

Down Columbus avenue

Whatcha gonna do when they judge you?

Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?

And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow

Down Columbus avenue

Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?

Whatcha gonna do when it’s through?

And I’ve got is this

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And I’ve got is this

Transistor radio

And I’ve got is this

Transistor radio

And I’ve got is this

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