Television by H. Hawkline Lyrics

One channel, no selection
Run the cables thru the living room
Don't need facts, I've got fictions
Pause the picture as its coming thru

Check my tie as I pull up to the studio

Everybody watch me now slide into position
Everybody watch me now with surgical precision
Everybody watch me now I'm mindless in decision

I can fly I can fly
Put the runway on a salty spot
You want hits, I want friction
Need the static to electrify

Grind the gears as I pull up to the studio

Everybody watch me now slide into position
Everybody watch me now with surgical precision
Everybody watch me now I'm mindless in decision
It's the shame in your eyes
It's the shame in your eyes

Grind the gears as I pull up to the studio

Everybody watch me now slide into position
Everybody watch me now with surgical precision
Everybody watch me now I'm mindless in decision
Everybody watch me now slide into position
Everybody watch me now with surgical precision
Everybody watch me now I'm mindless in decision
Everybody watch me now