Cable TV

It's not my fault that you grew to hate it
Like living in a crowded room
Come and take the backstop off of me again
Please god, there's nothing seen and nothing in the things you do

Oh yea
Oh no

Little bit of greed makes all the difference
Take a bit and you'll take me
Guess I'm just the key to all your suffering
I can't take what I've been; that I'm nothing without you

In Carolina
It's what you're under
Like it's always been

It saves me from seeing a ghost in my room
And soon

Guess that we can both get on a program
Sit around and watch the news
And know that all the people out on Alcatraz
All live in a fantasy, where they're the only ones in tune - yeah

In Carolina
It's what you're under
Like it's always been

It saves me from seeing a ghost in my room
And soon



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Peters
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