This is a Pirate Radio
Sign off
Sign off
Just another broadcast sent from the underground where the streets are torn apart

Gone with the day the signal's
Been lost
Cut off
Left with the sound of the bombers run that resembles the beating of my heart

Stops as my gaze it drops to the dim lit floor, broken bodies outside my door,
You know I never asked for this, one last goodbye, now I wonder if I’m even missed
Like the silhouettes on my wall, burned in like a memory, etched into charcoal
They fall as my mind recalls and it trips, hanging on the words "abandon ship!"

This place is a wasteland I said, the ship is sinking come hold my hand,
"Hand of an enemy!" you screamed, "I’d rather die right where I stand"
And so two sides in the course of a ride couldn't ban together to filled with pride,
But when said and done tell me who has won when we're living on the onset of oblivion.

Back
We’ve regained transmission of my own volition in this battle of attrition
Our chances of survival are just one out of a million
So I guess that’s me and I’m sitting in position
Reciting their diction

Because they'd burn down my house if I disagree
With their mandate from heaven and their divine decree,
So be glad you live free of tyrants and dictators
They won't silence you now they'll get rid of you later.
And they'll cut out your tongue if you use it against them,
For these actions and words they will kill you and then some
So if you're listening then we've already lost, and all that's left to do is sign off.

This is a pirate radio
Sign off
Sign off
Just another broadcast sent from the underground where the streets are torn apart

Another day the signals, been lost they won't come back for me
Because I’m finding myself
Cataloged on a shelf
Out here trapped in the land of the free.