Corin Tucker Band - Outgoing Message lyrics

Wake up We're on the radio A shortwave of storms blowing down the barn I woke up I took the cup I drank the cup I tore it up You look scared but You shouldn't be afraid Of course there's pain in this something That we made I looked up I looked you up I held you up I carried you Leave off your charms leave off your frills We're not making songs for suburban little girls Or we are and we're much too sincere And we'll pay for all the trouble that we carry Wake up We're on the radio A shortwave of storms blowing down the barn I woke up I took the cup I drank the cup I tore it up