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television, all hail grand god of
fantasy, murder and perspective
a sore channel changed 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 to welcome in every home
lead a blue screen, bruised canope
victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support
ooh, I all advertisements
though accused by robot news who capture and pollute
fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
please take me, please calm me, please me a zombie
please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous profit
now, twenty century plagued
dispersed to wide eyed addict patients
patrons
blue be the banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a 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', electric secret
never sleepin' to the AM oasis
my name is a heart, sloppy obligation
turn my into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make reality scrambled and suck the out of a hidden vandal
and loving every of the gimmick, change the channel

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

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 blind 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 from the screen
deleted passions sacrificed to one electron
crucify my little future to the
damn it feels good, turn on, 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 of that magic box big speaker
mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star spangled
I can from toxicated visuals
and all the kings abort the loyalty to royalty
the fortress
riddle me glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head
be dead by morning anyway
color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute
to feel the magnetic seal censorship
I want commercials four-seven
I wanna from my bed and set an
for all my overworked, underpaid brethren
I bond with a string of correspondent
and circuitry circus
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass
students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
channel addict, immaculate
it big screen, little screen, any screen'll do
just let me hold the and I won't have to murder you

plug it in, it on, let my little eyes glaze
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 time the sun dance

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

plug it in, turn it on, say to Sunday 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 the consequences

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