Lyrics:
arms to a digital tomb
Television lines will heal our wounds
Dream only of yesterday
Palpitate another way today
Whisked upon these silver screens
Close up
Flows in, flows out, television lines
Is now the time for secret hearts to mend
The summer's gone
Can't change it back
A darkness in your
everybody's thinking
Don't get mad at yourself
Find it on the television
Outside the line
Oh, come to me my fantasy tonight
I'll apologize for everything
I never looked outside
Without drawing a line
The television taught me language
I used it to hide
I never went no place
Without hiding my face
when the blood's drawn
Fluorescent lights only make it worse
I'll transform to the lines in television
An incision into the table we dine at
The line
night long, all night long)
But you're sleeping with the television on
Yoh, You say you're looking for someone solid here
You can't be bothered with
There are dots and lines
to be shown on television
Whole pictures as one
as you have seen it on your eyes
Do you truly know
a reality on the other
hands
you've got to sell it over and
I'm gonna buy you
I've got a television with
So many lines to bet on
She hasn't come home
Bobby, I'm still at home
the television hit
Those tired lines once rang so influential
All my metered praise and rank
Couldn't take it to the bank
Ain't it funny how it's all so
Mandatory spaces, stand in line
Through the television static, we divide
Come hold my throat to remind me what I am
You have the most material, oddest
apart what's left
I'll be back
I'll be back
I'll be back
I'll be back
He's at it again
He's at it again
And it makes great television
Watching
Glamorous and gangster, oh yes
(My battle lines look like
Paradise next to you)
I hope I remember you just like that
Lookin' fresh to death in your ball cap
apart what's left
I'll be back
I'll be back
I'll be back
I'll be back
He's at it again
He's at it again
And it makes great television watching the world
yourself
Freedom
Lockstep
Programmed rebellion
Lockheed
Planned obsolescence
Beating on a drum of my own skin
Can't unload the cartridge
Television
The radio blasts hysteria
While the television's sideways on the floor
Under moonlit skies and surveillance
As we cheer from the stands in the stadiums
An afternoon nostalgia
Television show
You spoke in silhouette
(But they couldn't name you)
Although the panel were
Very polite to you
But I
sights tainted in the rears,
As blurred out lines upon the mirror,
And static television cries,
Between the broadcast chorus lines,
And I’ll take these
David Bowie - Fly
The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car
Dying for
sidekicks get it first
So emulate and salivate
Get in line and wait
Turn your television on and catch a glance
Sucking on your ring pop
You really need
We're trapped inside idle eyes
Watching television
World-weary lines of time we spent
These clothes I'm in
Making out under an image of a man
Who you
fucking bored, life's routine is a chore
Formulate plot lines it's television time, passion subsides
Shoo coo coo coo
Shoo coo coo coo
The bleached blonde
Don't touch that dial
Television screams, your face turning green
Don't listen to the news
You don't know what you hear, they never make it
on the television
Of course, radio reported we'd all ignore it
Paper said, we'd have no time for it
But before you knew it, you knew Milton Berle
And we all had
I'll have to go inside
Wait in line
Where nothing's televised
Cure my car of dehydration
Top me off with information
Gas Station Pump!
Television
Gas
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