I've seen the stupid stare on thousands of our faces
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watched my thoughts carelessly fall away
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while I fumbled for the right words to say
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my brain is such a mish-mash of mtv videos and vast and vacant spaces.
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And I look around and see 1000 drooling idiots just the fuckin' same as me.
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We've been weened on Mr. Rogers
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we all worship the tv that sucks our fuckin' imaginations from our heads
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and no one wants to see the generation of zombies in their fuckin' sick parade
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marching forward to the beat of "house of style" and "singled out"
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but i flip to it the same as you bored shitless on my couch
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And why am i bored?
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it's because when i was growing up i saw everything played out
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and i could flip the channel tirelessly
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and since I was so capable
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my attention span shrunk to fit to the point
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where I reject things that aren't syntheic blobs of shit
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I want an easy answer I need a fuckin' catch all phrase
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I don't have the time or the patience to read a book
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and figure shit out for myself
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when it's spelled out for me as pain as fuckin' day
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and with pretty flashing lights and sounds to keep me entertained.
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I'm like a dog trained by a box "like" and "totally" fill my day
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and "i think i'm going crazy man," has become fucking cliche
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and i think I'm going crazy or was i just raised that way
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and I think hard about nothing as I stare off into space
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cuz we need to turn our heads on cuz our brains are getting soft,
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so exercise your brain and turn the tv fuckin' off, whoa.
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T.V. Song
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The Broadways |