Tytuł: Radios of heaven

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   Now I rush to the finger of light
  I guess I tore my head off
  I hope there's something waiting for me
  To make my exit pay-off
  Taste and smell and touch
  Have faded from pollution
  As a last resort I chose the stupidest solution
  The first thing I did when I got in gate
  Was crank up the left-hand dial
  I got there first
  The track star seemed to take a while
  Now I can dance like Nureyev
  With these wings on my body
  St. Peter complains that it's too loud down in the lobby
  
  And I hear the voice of God
  He's brillant on the microphone
  And the radio in heaven
  Can make a heathen feel at home
  
  All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart
  Every word sung is both emotional & smart
  There's a gorgeous sunset
  Happening on the airwaves
  I really want you to hear this song one day
  So you behave
  
  And I hear the voice of God
  He's brillant on the microphone
  And the radio in heaven
  Can make a heathen feel at home
  At home