You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches,
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you can't make me think like you, mundane.
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I've got a message for all those who think that
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they can etch his words inside my brain
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T.V., what do I need?
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Tell me who to believe!
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What's the use of autonomy
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when a button does it all?
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So listen up,
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glisten up closely all,
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who've seen the fuckin eye ache too.
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It's time to step away from cable train
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And when we finally see the subtle light,
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this quirk in evolution will begin
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to let us live and recreate
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T.V., what do I need?
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Tell me who to believe!
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Whats the use of autonomy
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when a button does it all?
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T.V., what should I see?
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Tell me who should I be?
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Lets do our mom a favor and drop
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a new god off a wall.
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Let me see past the fatuous knocks.
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I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box!
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Let you see past the feathers and flocks,
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and help me plant a bomb in this idiot box!
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From the depths of the sea
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to the tops of the trees
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to the seat of a lazy boy...
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staring at a silver screen!!
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Idiot Box
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| Incubus |
