
Flat top intervention
Bringin home the new invention
See it there in pieces on the ground
A television war between the cynics and the saints
Flip the dial and thats whose side youre on
Ah, sleeping on the white house lawn aint never changed a thing
Look at all the washed out hippie dreams
And its fallin all around us
Is this some kind of joke theyre trying to pull on us?
Fallin all around us
Ill turn my head off for a while
The tabloid generations lost
Choking on its fear
Used to be thats all we had to fear
And conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked love to speak
Theres knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street.
A visionary coward says that anger can be power
As long as theres a victim on tv
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And my dirty dreams all come alive
On my tv screen
And assasination plots
Show me what I havent got
Show me what I love, and who Im sposed to be
Show me everything I need
Show it all to me
Show it all to me
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