television, all hail grand pixelated god of   fantasy, murder scape and perspective   fuck a sore channel changed digit   I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan   with a stable diet of my cable pirate   yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on   born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home   lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope   victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team   ooh, I love all advertisements   though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute   spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad   please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie   please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit   now, twenty first century plagued   dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients   telecast patrons   blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine   with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream   and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,   black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator   I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret   never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis   my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation   turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station   make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal   and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel      plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch   lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house   satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant   let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance      plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great   wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks   if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind   and that's fine, and that's fine...      make me a star, I wanna touch gold   hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen   deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster   crucify my little future to the monitor   damn it feels good, turn on, tune in   zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function   but the children seem to love it   yes mother, me and wild discovery   and heard the static flock to where I sleep   by the glow of that magic box big speaker   stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling   tangled in the star spangled wiring   I can turn from toxicated visuals   and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty   fuck the fortress   riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head   I'll be dead by morning anyway   color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets   to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship   I want commercials twenty four-seven   I wanna shop from my bed and set an   example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren   I bond with a sick string of correspondent   and lurking circuitry circus   with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface   adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts   channel zero addict, immaculate   it goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do   just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you      plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze   twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze   I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance   so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance      plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing   let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist   the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest   touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something?      plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon   fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom   it's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention   but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences      plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me   your majesty, I love you, I despise you   my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization   come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation