Luyện nghe bài hát Basic Cable

television, all hail grand god of
fantasy, scape and perspective
fuck a channel changed digit
I sit with a network intervenes plan
with a stable of my cable pirate
yo, the doctor is in, the is on
born the bastard son of static radiance to welcome in every home
lead a screen, bruised dream canope
victim of the cursed nursed drunk support team
ooh, I love all
though accused by robot casters who capture and pollute
spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck squad
please take me, please calm me, please make me a
please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic
now, first century plagued
dispersed to eyed glamour addict patients
patrons
blue be the propaganda banners, well, I'll be a Marine
with a sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
and I abide idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient secret
never to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, obligation
turn my stilt my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make reality and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
and loving every of the gimmick, change the channel

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

it in, turn 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 touch gold
me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen
deleted passions to one electron monster
my little future to the monitor
damn it feels good, on, tune in
zoom in to hug the bug up in your function
but the children to love it
yes mother, me and discovery
and heard the static to where I sleep
by the glow of magic box big speaker
stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, spiraling
tangled in the star spangled
I can from toxicated visuals
and all the kings horses abort the to royalty
fuck the
riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my head
be dead by morning anyway
color my values with mundane humor in minute tickets
to feel the magnetic seal censorship
I want commercials twenty
I shop from my bed and set an
for all my overworked, underpaid brethren
I with a sick string of correspondent
and lurking circus
with allegiance pledged the glass surface
adamant students within the fine school of graduate catalysts
channel zero addict,
it goes- big screen, little screen, any do
just let me the controller and I won't have to murder you

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

plug it in, turn it on, fix better than nothing
let a once soul feel the functions of the hypnotist
the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a interest
touch the power meet your maker, ain't that something?

plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to afternoon
fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster
it's a beautiful sight, a most ugly intention
but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the

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