Testi:
Letter Kills Radio Up

better off without you turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing a song...a song turn the radio up

turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring you back turn the radio up and we'll sing A song turn the radio up and we'll sing a song to bring

treated me nie Till I nerviously sprayed them with shit Then the music stopped And everything was quite And all the rock 'n rollers started a fucking goat-riot Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill the goat! Kill

can't see So why you telling this to me? (repeat) See like with Emma, she sent me a letter Written on a shark I went to open it up He tried to bite my

, looter through the gutter mayne? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! From the westside, strivin to dead em Where them killers throw that third letter up

be herded Radio, television mixer, hand cannons Ying yang, the worker ants war dance for carjackin bandwagons And I preface my apologies with a buckle that latch up

and we just, and we just, and we just, and we just get up and go! Who they want you to be who they wanted to see kill the party with me and never go

since 86 What tha fuck? I'm sitting in my cell block stuck Listening to this shit my radio did Shit, gotta change the situation Write a letta to the

the radio think about the day you made me feel again love me in a way you can't describe kill me in a way that i'll stay alive light me up so i can come