Look at the hottie in the tight jeans Look at the pipe dreams Look at the fat man burst at the seams Look at the captain with the galaxy Right off his
Voice to Round Red Monster: "Are you the monster that ate the television?" Round Red Monster: "Do I look like I ate a television?" Voice to Tall Skinny
(NAT) Take control of me With Girlicious Marchetti Listen Yeah (NIC) Turn the lights off, or come turn my power on Imma take ya somewhere you?ve never
Cigarette burnholes in the forest floor Carry on children in the firecracker store w/ two men gone & the other one missing Yours are the lips that I'll
Portable television, shrouded in snow In a raggedy van on the side of the road The night it had frozen through my little bones So you took me in your
take the hip from the battlefield under awning yawning like fallen limb i'm just as much a part of it i'm just as much a part of it but i take my own
(Rose Tattoo) You're tellin' me everything's alright You know you tell such filthy lies The common cold's got nothin' on you You're a disease from which
It's a familiar voice Sometimes I wonder if I have a choice You give it everything You're selling God but am I listening? I hear you've seen the light
I wish I had seen you in front of your TV set I wish I'd seen you when you blew up What seemed to be the whole world to you I wish I woke up when you
I watched the news just the other day and there's one thing I must say, It gave me a pain right in the middle of my head. The newsman came on with his
(Slavens, Muller, Brand) I watched the news just the other day and there's just one thing that I must say it gave me a pain right in the middle of my
I've been watching In Tiananmen Square Lost my baby there My yellow rose In her bloodstained clothes She was a short order pastry chef In a Dim Sum dive
Bilder, Schnelle Schnitte Sex, dann und wann Man sitzt nur da, braucht nicht mehr zu denken Man fuhlt sich wohl, wenn andere dich lenken Refrain: Gib mir Fernsehn
Beat by beat as Becky falls to sleep She sits in her electric chair and watches the TV. And its so quiet here in tonight, she looks skinny in the light
The distance revered Like a spike on a ball Like a -speck- on a ball A circular imprint Stepped from the light And whispered a slogan Invented by anyone
Before that sacred holy flickering tv-screen You're served commercials day-time fakes and tv-priests You keep your VCR running almost constantly Afraid
She's always around and under my skin Watching her move, how she tells a story It's only a dream of lovers and lies She's cruel and she's free like television
She's signing autographs for hours The line are longer when you deal with amateurs I've got some autographs of others But a shirt that smells a little