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