The Selecter - Missing Words

Last night when I told you all that stuff about the way things are
You didn't understand a word, but you said you did
Now I'm not the honest Joe I might seem, I can't take your lies
It's late, I'm tired, your words just crackle along the wire
You got a problem baby, it's all over now
You thought you had it made,
It's over, It's over, It's over

It just don't make sense, the way you did the things you did
You might have thought that I was dumb, but I'm all wised up
Game's up, move on, why don't you get out my hair
I wonder if you ever did really care

Missing words, Missing words
It's just missing words, missing words etc.

The Selecter - They make me mad

They used those fancy words to confuse your mind
But since I never did no elocution rhymes
Made me think that everything they said was fine
So I nod and wink and smile
I said I understood
I went all the way
Giving up myself to their philosophy
Now that things have changed
I make my mind up for myself
I look back on all those words
There’s little meaning in their sound
They make me mad
They make me mad
Mindless confusion makes me mad
Look beyond people
Untie your hands
You’re living in a time of shifting sands
Fights are happening in other lands
Now I shake my head and frown
I’m getting off my knees
I’m gonna teach myself
A new philosophy
Have things really changed?
Do I make my mind up for myself?
I look back on all those words
There's little meaning in their sound
They make me mad
They make me mad
Mindless confusion
Makes me mad

The Selecter - On My Radio

I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day a-go-go a-go-go
He liked to dance to it down in the streets
He said he loved me but he loved the beat

But when I switch on I rotate the dial
I could see it there driving him so wild
I bought my baby a red radio
He said he loved me but he had to go

(Refrão):
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
On my radio on my radio on my radio

I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day a-go-go a-go-go
He liked to dance to it down in the streets
He said he loved me but he loved the beat

(Refrão 2x)

It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio...

I bought my baby a red radio
A red radio a-go-go a-go-go
A red radio I rotate the dial
A red radio driving him so wild
A red radio he had to go

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