I'm living on a land-mine   my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids   and my skin, a sickly grey   and if I waited by the 'phone line   I'd wait a couple of days so I'm here lying   on my bed, until I fade       I flick the channels one to one, I flick them through again   and all the time I'm dreaming better days       CHORUS:    and now I see no sun, I see no life behind my one-track mind   here I need no fun, I need no time to find a new design   move along I'm working on my 3-D TV tan   softso KO - I need another show   softso KO - it's just a part of the plan   softso KO - there's only me and my TV Tan          some day maybe I'll call you   I'll see whenever I'm free.. maybe Tuesday, when there's nothing on TV   20 Regal and a 4-pack   I guess I'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white       I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the TV guide   the bible for the pig who stays inside       CHORUS       thinning, I'm thinning and insanely grinning   and fools peering   out of my TV try hard to be funny   unfortunate for me   they start to entertain ye       I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignites   and I'm here waiting, here for nothing...       CHORUS