TV Song

I've seen the stupid stare on thousands of our faces
Watched my thoughts carelessly fall away
While I fumbled for the right words to say
My brain is such a mish-mash of mtv videos and vast and vacant spaces
And I look around and see 1000 drooling idiots just the f**kin' same as me
We've been weened on Mr. Rogers
We all worship the tv that sucks our f**kin' imaginations from our heads
And no one wants to see the generation of zombies in their f**kin' sick parade
Marching forward to the beat of "house of style" and "singled out"
But i flip to it the same as you bored shitless on my couch
And why am i bored?
It's because when i was growing up i saw everything played out
And i could flip the channel tirelessly
And since I was so capable
My attention span shrunk to fit to the point
Where I reject things that aren't syntheic blobs of shit
I want an easy answer I need a f**kin' catch all phrase
I don't have the time or the patience to read a book
And figure shit out for myself
When it's spelled out for me as pain as f**kin' day
And with pretty flashing lights and sounds to keep me entertained
I'm like a dog trained by a box "like" and "totally" fill my day
And "i think i'm going crazy man," has become f**king cliche
And i think I'm going crazy or was i just raised that way
And I think hard about nothing as I stare off into space
'cause we need to turn our heads on 'cause our brains are getting soft
So exercise your brain and turn the tv f**kin' off, whoa