"Radio Hell" lyrics

I don't want to dance with somebody who doesn't want to dance with me
I'm busy shaking all the branches on the medicine tree
I don't want to fish with a hook I picked from a vending machine
We're too far from water, too close to the glow for sunscreen

To close for giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell

I don't want to sell my soul if I can milk it
If I can get it to come when it should
If I can get it to stay put
It figures, a river's a giver of a thing we need
So bottle it, baby, we'll always be thirsty
We'll always be guilty

For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell

Diamonds on the stage, tie me to my seat
Yeah you can charge me by the minute
Lay down in the dirt, taking off my shirt
You can use me

For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell