(music: Russell, Kendall, Lardie, Spitz / lyrics: Russell)
Freak shows, talk shows, living off our misery;
dozens of psychics, celebrity sidekicks,
tellin` us all just what we need to know.
Guess it`s a sign of the times.
guess it`s the way of the day;
nothing but vertical lines, empty minds.
Yeah, we hear ya talkin`,
but we don`t know what it means;
you just keep on talkin`
as we live our lives in chains.
Hey, there, Miss Oprah, what`s doin` today?
Just smilin` at me on TV. Why go anywhere?
We can shop from a chair, in this remote society.
I seen it comin` around; will I be here for the day,
Can we survive underground? Goin` down...
We`re living in chains,
while you`re eatin` at our brains;
we live our lives in chains.
Comin` on the air, gonna knock ya in your chair,
boy, wait`ll you hear the news:
Got a woman comin` on who can really get it on,
gonna show you what she can do;
Got a family in a fight, gonna help `em get it right,
gonna straighten out their miserable lives.
We got it all here on the show,
and we want you all to know:
If ya miss this one, you`re gonna die...
Turn me on!
Yeah, we hear you talkin, but we don`t care what it means,
just love to hear you talkin` as we live our lives in chains.
We`re livin` in chains, I just don`t understand,
why we live our lives in chains.
Shackled to the air, as we live our lives in chains.