"Beneath The Zenith" lyrics

Beneath the zenith I learned how to comb my hair
Cartoons showed me what to eat and how to care
Those talking drawings saw me well and trained me right
And did it all on seven channels black and white

But now the cathode rays go like a puppeteers
And still more signals fill the sky and kill my ears
And all the channels and their never ending day
Fall down from satellites up in the Milky Way
From all those things into my living room
And everything's okay

And there's no cure for our disease
The magic words are thanks and please
All the antennas look like trees
And advertisements are they key to everything

So many mediums so where is my massage
A thousand movies in a box in my garage
And now the screens are on my phone and in my car
We love to travel but we never move too far
How many lightyears will it take
For this to reach the nearest star?

And there's no cure for our disease
The magic words are thanks and please
All the antennas look like trees
And everyone you buy is cheese
And there's no cure for our disease
The magic words are thanks and please
All the antennas look like trees
And everyone you buy is cheese
It's getting darker by degrees
[?] twos and even threes
It's time to chop off it like fleas
And there's no cure for our disease
The magic words are thanks and please
All the antennas look like trees