Built in the belly of junk by the river, my cabin stands;
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Made from the trash I dug off the heap with my own bare hands.
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Every night I'm back at the shack, I'm sure no one is there,
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I'm putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air...
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On the air
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On the air
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On the air
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Every morning I'm out at dawn with the dwarfs and tramps
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For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps.
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Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn't there,
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But they're all going to know who I am, 'cos I can go out on the air.
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[Chorus] (On the air...)
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Leaving the car down the leafy lane,
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Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane.
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Anyone at all, from Captain Zero
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And his band of superheroes standing by on call.
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Oh it's not easy,
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No it's not easy making real friends...
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Don't give me your steak-reared milkboys, milkboys,
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Half alive on empty white noise, white noise,
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I've got power, I'm proud to be loud, my signal goes out clear,
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I want everybody to know that Bozo is here!
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[Chorus]
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On The Air
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| Peter Gabriel |
