There's nothing on the radio

Turn that fucker off

There's nothing on my MTV

Sedated for so long

Blow up bombs and paper dolls

A groovy kind of love

Pragmatic vision, something's missing

Dead for so long



Oh, Another Wasted Day

Another year goes slowly down the drain

Another Wasted Day



People call on the telephone

Turn that ringer off

I'd rather be here left alone

Than die in your company

Blow up bombs and paper dolls

A groovy kind of drug

Pragmatic vision, something's missing

Functional for so long



Oh, Another Wasted Day

Another year goes slowly down the drain

Another Wasted Day