Lyrics

I have a feeling, I'm not the man he wants me to be
Broken ribs and hard to breath
I'm to blame, for causing him to drink and no money
Collecting cans so I can eat

Who shot the Radio?
Who shot the Radio?
‘Cause it don't play no more

So they say, good things come to those who wait
Chivalry's run out of time
Satisfy, this hunger that tears me up inside
My inner beast has come alive