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Flat top intervention
Bringinī 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 thatīs whose side youīre on
Ah, sleeping on the White House lawn ainīt never changed a thing
Look at all the washed out Hippie dreams
And itīs fallinī all around us
Is this some kind of joke theyīre trying to pull on us?
Fallinī all around us
Iīll turn my head off for a while
The tabloid generationīs lost
Choking on itīs fear
Used to be thatīs all we had to fear
And conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked love to speak
Thereīs knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street.
A visionary coward says that anger can be power
As long as thereīs a victim on TV
And itīs fallinī all around us
Is this some kind of joke theyīre trying to pull on us?
Fallinī all around us
Iīll turn my head off for a while
And my dirty dreams all come alive
On my TV screen
And assasination plots
Show me what I havenīt got
Show me what I love, and who Iīm sīposed to be
Show me everything I need
Show it all to me
Show it all to me
And itīs fallinī all around us
Is this some kind of joke theyīre trying to pull on us?
Fallinī all around us
Iīll turn my head off for a while