devil's radio
george harrison
words that thoughtless speak
like vultures swooping down below
i hear it through the day
with gossip broadcast to and fro
he's in the clubs and bars
talking about what he don't know
that soul betraying so and so
it's white and black like industrial waste
pollution of the highest degree
you wonder why i don't hang out much
i wonder how you can't see
he's in the films and songs
and on all your magazines
it's everywhere that you may go
as it shapes you into something cold
it's all across our lives
'till nothing else has space to grow
make us hide behind shades
and buzzing like a dynamo
gossip i heard you on the secret wireless
oh yeah you know the devil's radio