Baywatch

The kind of person I wanna be
Is crystallised in 1993
Staring at a oblong screen
The world got bleaker

Transfixed upon a culture of men
How easy now for me to pretend
That I was not infected at all
It runs much deeper

Saturday evening watching TV
Baywatch should do me better than that
See the endless possibilities
Get lost in the swimsuits

A shoreline filled with vacuous words
Repetead on every channel I turned
Get underneath the waves, until you feel nothing
What kind of message is that to send out

I fear that this is happening again
Our children become women and men
They tap at an impeccable screen
Their will gets weaker

A life in which you have to pretend
I hope they break before they can bend
The tireless self-erosion goes on
And on, and on, and on

Saturday evening watching TV
Baywatch should do me better than that
See the endless possibilities
Dissolved in the swimsuits

Then after that the channels I turn
More dubious lessons for me to learn
I'm underneath the waves and I feel nothing
What kind of message is that to send out?

Underneath the waves until you feel nothing
What kind of message is that to send out?
Covered by the waves until you feel nothing
Get sicker

Self-loathing in the bathroom mirror
Real people, no fear
Same message
Can it get much clearer?

Saturday evening watching TV
Baywatch should do me better than that
I see the endless possibilities
Dissolve in the swimsuits

There are no longer channels to turn
There are no longer lessons to learn
Underneath the waves until you feel nothing
What kind of message is that to send out?

Underneath the waves until you feel nothing
Underneath the waves until you feel nothing
What kind of message is that to send out?



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Coles, Robert Coles
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