Religion On The Radio

I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
 Askin' myself are they a metaphor of the lack of drive,
 or dead battery eyes?
 You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
 You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
 Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
 And the departure screen, lookin' at me
 like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
 Too much debt, pride, and seinging mood through American veins
 The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
 Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
 Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
 Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
 It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
 We can't find any other signal
 Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin'
 somethin' that's worth the build
 But keeping in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with height
 Don't you think of starting over now, what a waste
 The guy in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face
 Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
 Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
 Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
 It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
 We can't find any other signal
 Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh!
 Are you gonna' break down the wall
 Playin' with a red rubber ball
 Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
 Break down the wall
 Playin' with the red rubber ball
 Pick the hammer up
 Turn me all to dust
 Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
 Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!