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      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      And my dirty dreams all come alive on my TV screen   And assassination 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      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