Lyrics:
She's saying, you're lostShe thinks it's time for you to detoxToo many tunes inside your headWhy don't you fill it up with her insteadShe's not playing, but you areShe wants romance but you want guitarsYour headphone is on like you preferBut you should have lend your ears to herYou're an addict to the audioA chronic record lover who feeds on stereoJust like the meat you eatThe booze you chooseThe nicotine, the coffeeAnd the sugars that you need soYou're not ready for detoxTurn on the radioTurn on the radioIt's not healthy, you're not fitShe says if you don't quit then she'll splitShe needs silence and not your noiseYour habit's nothing she enjoysAnd you're a nut for every kind of soundA chronic vinyl player, who can't stop spinning 'roundJust like the meat you eatThe booze you chooseThe nicotine, the coffeeAnd the sugars that you need soYou're not ready for detoxTurn on the radioTurn on the radio