"T.V." lyrics

"T.V."

Turn off
Turn off your televisions
Turn off your fucking televisions, sir

Drugs have got the best of me
I ain't talking ketamine
Remember watching MTV?
That shit fucks you up
If you ain't remembering
Let me jog your memory
T.V. taught us everything when we were growing up
My head it hurts
It's getting worse
Tried medicine, it never works
I need you less, the lesson learned
My head it hurts
My head it hurts
The music vids are showing kids
The only way to coexist
Is smoking dope and showing tits
"Be our little chauvinist!"
Everybody get in like (fuck)
You don't wanna miss your time (run)
Hurry up and sign this line (done)
Now you gotta give your mind up
Stare into the television
Here they get to sell a vision
Nowhere that the devil isn't when you turn it on

I'm gonna die here
I'm gonna die here alone
Got no heart in my chest
All that's left is a hole
You're filling my head with your glitter and gold
I'm gonna fight here till you leave me alone
I'm gonna die here
I'm gonna die here alone
Got no heart in my chest
All that's left is a hole
You're filling my head with your glitter and gold
I'm gonna fight here till you leave me alone

Yeah
Everything is making me depressed
I don't wanna sound like a downer
I missed NBC for an hour
Where the fuck is Matt Lauer?
Bunch of planes flew into that tower
CIA is like "uh that's ours!"
Send the troops off to get devoured
Send the family members some flowers
Selling ads
Fill your bags
Money, money
Full of cash
Living high till the crash
Only hurts the middle class
Break the banks
Break our back
Losing everything that you had
Where'd it go?
Give it back
But you're too busy on Instagram

I'm gonna die here
I'm gonna die here alone
Got no heart in my chest
All that's left is a hole
You're filling my head with your glitter and gold
I'm gonna fight here till you leave me alone
I'm gonna die here
I'm gonna die here alone
Got no heart in my chest
All that's left is a hole
You're filling my head with your glitter and gold
I'm gonna fight here till you leave me alone


Writer(s): Morgan Parriott, Robert Winn
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