TV Song Songtext
von The Broadways

I see you′ve been staring at my thousands of white faces
So how can I think of all the ways
While I'm stumbling and falling on the words to say?
My brain is such a mishmash
Of everyday idioms and facts and facts and spaces
But when I look around I see
One thousand grueling images of the fucking same me
And we′ve been reeled on Mr. Rogers
And I watch the TV
Suck the fucking imagination from our heads
That no one wants to see
A generation of timepiece
And they're fucking sick of our gray
They march on forward through the beat up box
So much style just so it goes out
But I'm listening to it the same as you
Forcing this on my couch
And why am I bored?
It′s because when I was growing up
I saw everything played out


And I could put the jammer down this minute
Since I was so capable, my biggest fans wanted shit
From the polaroid rejections
I fed it lots of shit
And I want an easy answer
I need a fucking catchall phrase
I don′t have the time or the patience to read a book
Or figure shit out for myself
When it's spelled out for me as plain as fucking day
And with pitch flashing lights I′m 3 in a day
I'm like a dull train riding a box
And my life ends only for my day
And I think I′m going crazy, man
It's become a fucking cliche
And I think I′m going crazy
Or is it that I'm just ways outweighed?
And I think I don't have nothing
As I stare off into space
And we need a turn of our heads down
From the place our head is on
And it′s gonna sound so plain
To take us fucking home