500 channels of a daydream simulation,
Help me to resent my life and raise my expectations.
Locked into re-runs and memories repeating,
And all your ideas, just, seem so self-defeating.
For you and yours, the Pepsi generation,
And when you're discontent you can change the T.V. station,
And when you hate your life no qualities redeeming,
A million brainwashed zonbies will always be heard screaming!
And when there is no hope,
I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope.
When there's no enemies,
I'll sit and stare at my T.V.
And in my ignorance,
I'll be your slave and syncophant-(a-a-a-ate)!
And in a perfect world divoid of all temptations,
The good leftover crizack could unite the nations.
But now the war machines are mapping our destruction,
With their poisons overflowing, it's a chemical seduction!
And when there is no hope,
I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope.
When there's no enemies,
I'll sit and stare at my T.V.
And in my ignorance,
I'll be your slave and syncophant-(a-a-a-ate)!
And when there is no hope,
I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope.
When there's no enemies,
I'll sit and stare at my T.V.
And in my ignorance,
I'll be your slave and syncophant-(a-a-a-ate)!
With my credit and my bank
My mind will draw a blank
I'll block out history
And stare at my
T.V.
For me
There is
No way
500
channels
wish my life
away!
away!
