| I’m breaking through computer screens
|
| And running in your living room
|
| A via-tele-digi wretch like me
|
| Chasing all my dreams into a cable
|
| Where they beam them out into a billion homes across the see
|
| Take to the street tonight
|
| To live your life to do what’s right
|
| Sometimes you gotta stand and fight
|
| Do you hear the bass so low?
|
| I haven’t had the pleasure of experience
|
| Until I me the master of the never ending promises
|
| Cause everytime I look into the mirror
|
| All I’m seeing is a parody and image laughing back at me
|
| Take me out when you go
|
| Cause I don’t wanna miss the chance to be part of the show
|
| Do you hear the bass so low?
|
| The signal’s fading fast
|
| And I just don’t know what to do
|
| I’m waiting for a message on the radio from you
|
| I’m waiting here for you
|
| Waiting here for you |