TV Screen
Find a beautiful old streetNot rushing through this timeIn a bar where a fat lady reigns supremeCome in and drink with a false nameIn circus clothes forget their painThey are the zombie bodiesCaught in the glow of the TV screenJust forget it ?
Forget it allThe TV screenTV screen makes you feel smallNo life at all
Now that you have turned it offIt's harder than you thoughtNo one wants to give a damnOr even hear a thoughtThey rush from one fad to the nextYou talk and it has no effectYou are the target for starsAnd the planets on the TV screenJust forget it ?
Forget it allThe TV screenTV screen makes you feel smallNo life at all
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