Sound the alarms;   the old rats are back.   Built out of blood and oil   and seeping through the cracks.      I heard history called you   on the radio, radio, radio, radio.   Gonna turn up the volume   on the radio, radio, radio, radio.      Paranoia,   my trusted friend.   Cold War was perfect,   let's repeat that one again.      I heard history called you   on the radio, radio, radio, radio.   Gonna turn up the volume   on the radio, radio, radio, radio.      Don't mind me,   I'm just burning out.   Don't mind me,   I'm just burning out,   burning out again.      I feel like one in a million.   You feel like one in a million.      Sound the alarms;   the old rats are back.   Built out of blood and oil   and seeping through the cracks.      I heard history called you   on the radio, radio, radio, radio.   Gonna turn up the volume   on the radio, radio, radio, radio.      Don't mind me,   I'm just burning out.   Don't mind me,   I'm just burning out,   burning out again.      I feel like one in a million.   You feel like one in a million.