about
recorded at Magic Island Studios, Charleston, WV 2005
mixed and produced by j. travis morton
lyrics
in the morning when you wake up to your coffee and kids
turn on the tv- you watch them talk about shit like
what to wear, and what to eat, and how to pick up dates,
but do they really tell you anything? just to keep on watching
and listening to celebrity opinions just like it could be the gospel
and you are the apostle
big miss O
you help the helpless
buy new shoes for a tribe of zulus
something tells me
you do these things for reputation
not only for the good of the world
your buddy phil
he makes me nauseas
he thinks he knows what goes for all those
poor sad folks who cant solve thier personal dilemma
no, not on their own, so they go to the show and they dont know
take this morning, you could have been awake enjoying the air
you could have been staring- at the tube but do you really care
about how they want your freinds to set you up for a TV make-over
in other word they think you are ugly
its not impossible to never watch TV again,
if you dont mind losing a couple freinds
hey queer guys
you got no eye for me
i dont see how who you sleep with has anything to do with me
or how i dress, or how my hair goes, or my thriftstore chic
you tell me to spend in one day what i do in a week
you might say my living room looks like a college dorm
give me the urge to burn my shit just to keep warm
so you must shut that lispy mouth up
aint got no remote, so dont make me get up
all these voices telling you which way to go
click that button and they all leave you alone
sit through commercials let em sink down in your soul
the only things you know are what they say on your favorite show
Bill O' Reilly
my least faviorite of all,
you might find more truth in a bucket of sand
and my hand, could never cover your mouth
because it spews from the spout of fox news
the great deciever make you a beliver
with words of great weath and health, in the US of A
but then rely on the lies and the fear that the terror's always near
the terrorist threat is a joke
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