TV Man

Sit back, relax and open your mind
Cos you never know what you might find
If you take a minute to look inside
You'll find out that we're not ok

Don't speak 'less you're spoken to, bitch
Cos the poor only exist to contrast the rich
And if the stories online don't make you sick
Then I don't even know what fucking will

Cos you lie in bed each night and pray
That you'll live to see the next fucking day
Where the tv man will say its ok
But the tv man wants you to obey

Ooh oh oh, ooh oh oh
Ooh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Cry me a river of crocodile tears
For the people we love and the people we fear
It's clear to see that the ends drawing near
And we can do nothing about it

Wake up, look outside
Don't listen to the people feeding you lies
Cos they're off their nuts or outta their minds
And they never even fucking listen

Cos you lie in bed each night and pray
That you'll live to see the next fucking day
Where the tv man will say its ok
But the tv man wants you to obey

Cos you lie in bed each night and pray
That you'll live to see the next fucking day
Where the tv man will say its ok
But the tv man wants you to obey

Ooh oh oh, ooh oh oh
Ooh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Ooh oh oh, ooh oh oh
Ooh oh oh, oh oh oh oh



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Banks
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