On The Air - Peter Gabriel

Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands

Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands

Every night, I’m back at the shack and I’m sure no one is there

I’m putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air

On the air

On the air

On the air

Every morning I’m out at dawn with the dwarfs and the tramp

For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps

Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn’t there

But they’re all going to know who I am 'cause I can go out on the air

On the air

On the air

On the air

Leaving the car down leafy lane

Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane

Anyone at all

From Captain Zero and his brand of superhero

Standing by a call

Oh it’s not easy

No it’s not easy

Making real friends

Don’t give me your steak-reared milk boys, milk boys

Half alive on empty white noise, white noise

I got power, I’m proud to be loud;

my signal goes out clear

I want everybody to know that Mozo is here

On the air

On the air

On the air