Transistor Radio

And all I've got is this
 transistor radio
 Tuned in to rockers(?)
 Quarter bag and a quarter beer
 And empty wallet
 There ain't no water left in the wishing well
 And I'm pulling up fast on the gates of hell
 It it don't seem like there's much hope in this world
 Left to beg, steal, or borrow
 And when the smoke clears
 In the occupied zone
 In the final days the truth shall be knows
 And the promises they made weren't promises at all
 Just lies
 And it's cold on the street when the winds blow
 Down Columbus avenue
 Whatcha gonna do when they judge you?
 Whatcha gonna do when it's over?
 And it's cold on the street when the winds blow
 Down Columbus avenue
 Whatcha gonna do when it's over?
 Whatcha gonna do when it's through?
 And this old tale's four walls(?)
 Keep closing in on me
 And this whole town
 Ain't nothing like it used to be
 And on the dashboard of a stolen Caprice
 The virgin Mary blesses the thief
 Watches over the fallen, the weak and the shepardless
 And the rain keeps falling
 Like a heartattack, man
 And the lights are flashing
 And the sirens calling
 And I never wanter it to end this way
 But what can I do?
 And it's cold on the street when the winds blow
 Down Columbus avenue
 Whatcha gonna do when they judge you?
 Whatcha gonna do when it's over?
 And it's cold on the street when the winds blow
 Down Columbus avenue
 Whatcha gonna do when it's over?
 Whatcha gonna do when it's through?
 And I've got is this
 Transistor radio
 And I've got is this
 Transistor radio
 And I've got is this
 Transistor radio
 And I've got is this
 Transistor radio