In the Remote Country - Dai Ya

Transistor connector, solid state invention Guaranteed to make you move So much coming from this little bitty box Gets your mind into a groove. News, music, commercials too Everything from jazz to pop Night, day, or in between Seems like it will never stop Here comes the music, Push button to your soul How do you use it Turn on your radio. Remote Control (Theres a good, good feeling on your radio) Your Radio (It's coming at your body, let it take control) Remote Control (Theres a good, good feeling on your radio) Let it take control (It's coming at your body, let it take control), Ooh Everybody's got one, some have two or three Some wear head phones on the street Car stops at a stop light, if you check it out Driver's rocking to the beat Games, weather, and recipes It's about as plain as day Young, old, they all agree Radio is here to stay, Yeah Here comes the music, Push button to your soul How do you use it Turn on your radio. Remote Control (Theres a good, good feeling on your radio) Your Radio (It's coming at your body, let it take control) Remote Control (Theres a good, good feeling on your radio) Let it take control (It's coming at your body, let it take control) Here comes the music, Push button to your soul How do you use it Turn on your radio. Remote Control (Theres a good, good feeling on your radio) Your Radio (It's coming at your body, let it take control) Remote Control (Theres a good, good feeling on your radio) Let it take control (It's coming at your body, let it take control)

(Strummer/jones) Who needs remote control From the civic hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late It's so grey in london town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now? Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk! They had a meeting in mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regress Don't wanna be dead Look out' those rules and regulations Who needs the parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the house of lords Repression - gonna start on tuesday Repression - gonna be a dalek Repression - I am a robot Repression - I obey

The difference, between us, is a negative one The math is simple; subtract attractive opposites Open, my bottle fizzing you shake me out And go implode, this hollow-body interior (hollow-body interior) Kingpin crumbles Fade fade fade fade Chorus: Where's my remote control? Where's my remote control? Where's my remote... Where's my... Where's my remote... Crooked, mangled, melted, spoil It's funny but true, oh look what i cooked up Boring (boring), missed out (missed out), habitual umbilical You say: 'gravity pope, you're strange and real' It's not easy sleeping It's not too late too late too late Chorus: Where's my remote control? Where's my remote control? Where's my... Where's my... Where's my self control? (Guitar Solo) Where's my remote control? Where's my remote control? The difference, between us, is a negative one