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Intro 1
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
Television,
all hail grand pixelated god of
Fantasy, murder scape and perspective
Fuck a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network
intervenes plan
With a stable diet of my cable pirate
Yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on
Born the bastard son of static radiance
cloned to Welcome in every home
Lead a blue screen,
bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed
Technicolor drunk support team
Verse 2
Though accused by robot news casters
who capture and pollute
Spoon fed hazardous fog to joy
luck catholic squad
Please take me, please calm me,
please make me a zombie
Please I want to donate my brain to
the monstrous Panasonic profit
Now, twenty first century plagued
Dispersed to wide eyed glamour
addict patients
Telecast patrons
Verse 3
well, sure I'll be a Marine
With a clean sword and blue uniform,
it only takes a dollar and a dream
And I abide great idiot box power supply,
fuzz vapor,
Black out of New York, hey honey,
get the generator
Never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis
My name is a wired heart,
sloppy obligation
Turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter
box blame frame adjacent station
life out of a hidden vandal
Verse 4
change the channel
prop me up against the couch
Lights out, I ain't ever gonna
have to leave my house
Satellite dish, get up on my wish list,
turn me to a tyrant
Let my clean spirit dissolve
through the appliance
Plug it in, turn it on,
be my mother when she's gone, great
Wipe the spittle off my chinny-
chin during the breaks
If I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the
love of all television kind
And that's fine,
Interlude 1
and that's fine
Verse 5
Dm
D
Dm
Make
me a star,
I want to touch gold
Hold me suspended in a dream,
merely inches from the screen
to one electron monster
Crucify my little future to the monitor
Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in
Zoom in to hug the bug up
in your family function
But the children seem to love it
Yes mother, me and wild discovery
And heard the static flock to where I sleep
Verse 6
box big speaker
Stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers,
eyes spiraling
Tangled in the star spangled wiring
I can turn from toxicated visuals
And all the kings horses abort the
loyalty to royalty
F*** the fortress
Riddle me with glee,
hoist the end all teleprompter above my sleeping head
I'll be dead by morning anyway
Color my values with mundane
humor in thirty minute tickets
To feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
I want commercials twenty four- seven
I want to shop from my
I bond with a six string ? cor
F#m
respondence
And lurking circuitry circus
Verse 7
Ebdim
beyond
the glass surface
of possessed graduate catalysts
let my little eyes glaze
Twenty screens lined up along
the borders of the maze
fourteen days in advance
every time the sun dance
Verse 8
silent fix better than nothing
Let a once divine soul feel the functions
of the hypnotist
The viciousness, ridiculous,
peaking a dummy's interest
Touch the power button meet your maker,
ain't that something?
Plug it in, turn it on,
say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
Fix the antenna,
sit back and let disaster bloom
Verse 9
with a most ugly intention
But I taste it everyday and bathe
inside the consequences
Plug it in, turn it on,
never once have you talked back to me
Your majesty, I love you, I despise you
Dm
F
Dm
news, bad Dramatization
Come along with me, my friend for
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