On the Radio

This is how it works It feels a little worse Than when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowd While laughing up a storm Until we were just bone Until it got so warm That none of us could sleep And all the styrofoam Began to melt away And we tried to find some worms To aid in the decay But none of them were home Inside their catacomb A million ancient bees Began to sting our knees While we were on our knees Praying that disease Would leave the ones we love And never come again And on the radio We heard "November Rain" That solo's really long But it's a pretty song We listened to it twice 'Cause the DJ was asleep He was asleep No, this is how it works You're young until you're not And you love until you don't And you try until you can't You laugh until you cry And you cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took Then you take that love you made And you stick it into Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm You hope that don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again And on the radio We hear "November Rain" And that solo's awfully long But it is a good refrain We listen to it twice 'Cause the DJ is asleep He is asleep On the radio The DJ is asleep He is asleep

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