500 channels of a day-dream stimulation
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helps me to resent my life and raise my expectations.
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Locked into re-runs, your memories repeating,
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and all your ideals seem so self-defeating.
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For you and yours, the pepsi generation,
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and when you're discontent, you change the T.V. station,
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And when you hate your life, no qualtities redeeming,
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a million brainwashed zombies will always be heard screaming...
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And when there is no hope,
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"I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope!"
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When theres no enemies,
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"I sit and stare at my T.V.
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and in my ignorance,
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I'll be a slave and sycophant!"
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And in a perfect world devoid of all temptations,
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the good leftover crizack could unite the nations.
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But now the war machines are mapping our destructions
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with poisons overflowing in the chemical seductions.
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And when there is no hope,
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"I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope!"
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When theres no enemies,
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"I sit and stare at my T.V.
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and in my ignorance,
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I'll be a slave and sycophant!"
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With my credit and my bank,
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my mind will draw a blank.
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I'll block out history,
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and stare at my T.V.
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For me there is no way.
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500 channels waste my life away, away...
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500 Channels
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| Choking Victim |
