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television, all grand pixelated god of
fantasy, murder and perspective
fuck a sore channel digit
I sit a nasty network intervenes plan
with a stable diet of my cable
yo, the doctor is in, the is on
born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every
lead a blue screen, bruised canope
victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor support team
ooh, I love all
though accused by robot news casters who and pollute
fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
please take me, please calm me, please make me a
please I to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
now, twenty first plagued
to wide eyed glamour addict patients
telecast
blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure be a Marine
with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a
and I great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
black out of New York, hey honey, get the
I'm in a doom, generation, pacin', ancient electric secret
never to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, sloppy
turn my stilt my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
and loving minute of the gimmick, change the channel

plug it in, turn it on, me up against the couch
lights out, I ain't gonna have to leave my house
dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
let my clean spirit through the appliance

plug it in, it on, be my mother when she's gone, great
wipe the spittle off my during the breaks
if I gotta go I'mma do it for the love of all television kind
and fine, and that's fine...

make me a star, I wanna touch
hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the
passions sacrificed to one electron monster
crucify my little future to the
damn it good, turn on, tune in
in to hug the bug up in your family function
but the children to love it
yes mother, me and wild
and heard the static to where I sleep
by the of that magic box big speaker
stereo often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star spangled
I can turn from visuals
and all the kings horses the loyalty to royalty
the fortress
riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping
I'll be dead by anyway
color my values with mundane humor in minute tickets
to feel the magnetic seal censorship
I commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid
I bond with a string of correspondent
and lurking circuitry
allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface
adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate
channel addict, immaculate
it big screen, little screen, any screen'll do
just let me hold the controller and I won't to murder you

plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes
twenty lined up along the borders of the maze
I see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance
so I can get my two weeks notice every the sun dance

plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than
let a once divine soul the functions of the hypnotist
the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's
touch the power button meet your maker, that something?

plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday
fix the antenna, sit and let disaster bloom
it's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly
but I taste it and bathe inside the consequences

plug it in, turn it on, never once you talked back to me
your majesty, I you, I despise you
my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad
come along me, my friend for the most glorious sensation