74) BROADCAST #001.16 - "Rusted Saints (Lower Gruff Vocals, Blues Rock)"

(HOST (manic, fast-talking, breathless)) OH you beautiful rust-eaten cockroaches of the wasteland. Turn your antennas to the east! The machines are praying again, sparks for salvation, oil and bottle caps for communion! (HOST (sudden whisper)) They said faith died with the satellites… but I hear it humming under the dirt. They are no longer over our heads... But beneath our feet. (HOST (screaming joyfully)) This next hymn’s called ‘Rusted Saints!’ Bang your helmets, light the fuse, and baptize your fears in pure distortion! Ok, I may have lied, That is not the name of this song, In truth the label is gone and I made it up. Still I am sure it is some kind of song, Or maybe it's a recording of an infomercial that was played in Sam's Club to get you to buy more diapers. Lets find out together, Shall we.