Chip Taylor - On the radio

^GThis is how it works ^DIt feels a little worse ^EmThan when we drove our hearse right ^CThrough that screaming crowd ^GWhile laughing up a storm ^DUntil we were just bone ^EmUntil it got so warm ^CAnd none of us could sleep ^GAnd all the styrofoam ^DBegan to melt away ^EmAnd we try to find some words ^CTo lead in the decay ^GBut none of them were home ^DInside their catacomb ^EmA million ancient bees ^CBegan to sting our knees ^GWhile we were on our knees ^DPraying the disease ^EmWould leave the ones we love ^CAnd never come again

^GAnd on the radio ^DWe heard November Rain ^EmThat solo's really long ^CBut it is a pretty song ^GWe listened to it twice ^DAs the DJ was asleep^{Em C}He was asleep

^GNo this is how it works ^DYou're young until you're not ^EmAnd you love until you don't ^CAnd you try until you can't ^GYou laugh until you cry ^DAnd you cry until you laugh ^EmAnd everyone must breath ^CUntil their dying breathe

^GNo this is how it works ^DYou peer inside yourself ^EmAnd you take the things you like ^CAnd try to love the things you took ^GThen you take that love you made ^DAnd stick it into ^EmSomeone else's heart ^CPumping someone else's blood ^GAnd walking arm in arm ^DYou hope that don't get harmed ^EmAnd even if it does ^CYou would just do it all again

^GAnd on the radio ^DWe hear November Rain ^EmAnd that solo is awfully long ^CBut it is a good refrain ^GWe listened to it twice ^DCause the DJ is asleep^{Em C}He is asleep

^GOn the radio D Em

The DJ is ^Gasleep D Em C He is ^Gasleep