Flat top intervention Bringin' home the new invention See it there in pieces on the ground A television war between the cynics and the saints Flip the dial and that's whose side you're on
Ah, sleeping on the White House lawn ain't never changed a thing Look at all the washed out Hippie dreams
And it's fallin' all around us Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us? Fallin' all around us I'll turn my head off for a while
The tabloid generation's lost Choking on it's fear Used to be that's all we had to fear
And conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked love to speak There's knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street.
A visionary coward says that anger can be power As long as there's a victim on TV
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And my dirty dreams all come alive On my TV screen And assasination plots Show me what I haven't got Show me what I love, and who I'm s'posed to be Show me everything I need Show it all to me Show it all to me