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