Frank Sinatra - Cake

We know of an ancient radiation 
That haunts dismembered constellations 
A faintly glimmering radio station 
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather" 
The flies and spiders get along together 
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record 
Beyond the suns that guard this roost 
Beyond your flowers of flaming truth 
Beyond your latest ad campaigns 
An old man sits collecting stamps 
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps 
He saves what others throw away 
He says that he'll be rich someday 
We know of an ancient radiation 
That haunts dismembered constellations 
A faintly glimmering radio station 
We know of an ancient radiation 
That haunts dismembered constellations 
A faintly glimmering radio station 
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather" 
The flies and spiders get along together 
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record