Corin Tucker Band
outgoing message
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Wake up
Weâre on the radio
A shortwave of storms blowing down the barn
I woke up I took the cup
I drank the cup I tore it up
You look scared but
You shouldnât be afraid
Of course thereâs pain in this something
that we made
I looked up I looked you up
I held you up I carried you
Leave off your charms leave off your frills
Weâre not making songs for suburban little girls
Or we are and weâre much too sincere
And weâll pay for all the trouble that we carry
Wake up
Weâre on the radio
A shortwave of storms blowing down the barn
I woke up I took the cup
I drank the cup I tore it up