All Hail The Pocket GOD

Turn on the radio
Nothing on the air
Head is dead
They became Spotify
Four guys in a basement
Trying to sound alive
Head is dead
We were born in ‘88
Oh, Radiodead
The station’s on
But nobody’s home yeah
Oh, Radiodead
Head is dead
Dead is head
Long live the phone
Turn it up, turn it off
Turn it into radio
Head is dead
For the same new cliché
Write it down, cross it out
Tear it up, throw it away
Head is dead
We were born in ‘99
Oh, Radiodead
The station’s on
But nobody’s home yeah
Oh, Radiodead
Head is dead
Dead is head
Long live the phone