It came from nowhere  On the 38 Geary  A girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wire  Through spiderweb windows  Of blood stained glass  A pagoda's shadow and a cruel sunny sky  Oh the flash then the silence  Shouldn't there be screaming praying crying  Oh anything at all  Tell me where are the sirens  Fire's getting closer but I've got to stay calm    It's just the radio darling,  Just the radio and your runaway imagination  Just the radio darling  We can turn away to another station    Outside they're handing out  Fate to the wounded  Little tags in black red yellow, and green  It's now my twenty-fith hour  With a scalpel in hand  If I stop moving I will sleep on my feet  And the rumors are seething  Gunfire at freeway exits, bridges mid-barricades  I can feel the fog creeping  God where is the morphine, the sweet lidocaine    It's just the radio    Sing me a love song dear  What good has the news ever done me  Come on it'll never happen here, oh no  We are not some third world country  This is not some third world country    I'm sorry Mama  I held on for as long as I could  I'm sorry Papa  There was nothing more I could do    It's just the radio    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN