| Look at the hottie in the tight jeans,
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| look at the pipe dreams,
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| look at the fat man burst at the seams.
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| Look at the captain with the galaxy right off his balcony.
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| Look at the science and the alchemy.
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| Look at the sirens on the cop cars,
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| look at the pop stars,
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| look at the convicts filing the bars.
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| Look at the wife,
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| look at the knife,
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| look at the pom-pom prom queen
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| scream and scream and run for her life.
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| It’s always right,
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| the perfect light in the dark of night.
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| Give up the world,
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| give up your life,
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| 'cause you cannot fight the television.
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| Television, television.
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| Look at them trying to get the flag higher,
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| look at the quagmire,
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| look at the tread separate from the tire.
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| Look at the junky trying to get a gram,
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| look at the betting man,
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| look at him folding on the better hand.
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| It’s always right,
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| the fearless light in the dark of night.
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| Give up the world,
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| give up your life,
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| 'cause you cannot fight the television.
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| Television, television.
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| Look at me hypnotized and half alive,
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| maybe it’s four or five,
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| some parts are sleeping,
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| some parts are paralyzed.
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| Just one more minute…
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| just one more minute…
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| I think I’m almost in it.
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| Television, television.
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| Give me tits and politicians.
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| Give me death and demolition.
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| Give me glamour and sedition.
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| Television. |