| There are paint smears on everything I own
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| The vapor rub is lying on a table of filth
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| Christmas cards to which I never reply
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| My eyeballs absorb only blue filtered light
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| TV casualty, TV casualty
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| We’re all right
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| TV casualty, TV casualty
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| I wish they’d put Prince Namor on the tube
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| Hold on, I think I have to puke
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| There’s a spot in the corner where I always go
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| I like to feed the flies that I know
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| But please don’t feed my television screen
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| Please don’t feed my television screen
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| Please don’t feed my television screen
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| Please don’t feed my television screen
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| TV casualty, TV casualty
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| We’re all right
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| TV casualty, TV casualty
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| Babies in prison, they call it a womb
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| Nine month sentence, no parole
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| Slivers of steel stuck in your lungs
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| Breathe deep, we need a donor for blood
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| Jaguars at the cemetery
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| Cadillacs grazing at your grave
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| Zeniths grazing at your grave
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| Sonys grazing at your grave
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| TV casualty, TV casualty
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| We’re all right
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| TV casualty, TV casualty
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| We’re all right
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| TV casualty, TV casualty |