when i speak to you it`s in the language of the 20th century people
the ones who are the stars of stage and screen
everything i say has been taught to me by my favourite tv programme
the one that i watch each and every week
turn on tune in drop out
if i concentrate i can break through the wash but only for a moment
my lucid thoughts are lost and out of reach
i would rather fall back into my familiar comfortable persona
the one that my tv was bought to teach
turn on tune in drop out
i can be the hero who can fly around the sun
i can scare you shitless i saw how on channel one
i think that i`m impressing you with funny anecdotes
i got them from my kid`s tv and he`s too young to vote
we`re living in a fantasy but that`s ok with me
you believe the whole thing too we`re all on mtv
buy into the merchandise and then it becomes real
palpable and plastic packaged neatly on the reel
don`t even go outside you will be destroyed
best to stay inside take the networked ride
when i sing to you it`s through the haze of mild and modern schizophrenia
the one where i am not the man i am
if i glimpse the real then i am scared into the rampant paranoia
the one where i am still a tv fan
turn on tune in strung out