Let it sing
Let it cry
And roll out the carpets
No such thing
Mustn't pry;
All hail to another confession...
And it's losing me

Where have all the merrymakers gone?
Where have all the merrymakers gone?

Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
And others still may shock, shock, shock you with all that they're revealing
But one thing's sure: there's always more information than you ask for
Ask for this:
Just enough knowledge to know I don't know anything
Anything, anything, anything
(I don't know. Nobody likes what I like; that's how I like it)
Some things are personal (at least they should be)
Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
(take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it)
It's radio, it's radio silence, silence
It's radio, it's radio silence, silence
It's radio, it's radio, radio silence
It's radio, it's radio, radio silence
It's radio, it's radio, radio silence
It's radio, it's radio, radio silence