500 Channels

Five hundred five hundred of a day dream stimulation

Helps me to resent my life and raise my expectations

Locked into re runs your memories repeating

And all your ideals seem so self defeating

For you and yours the pepsi generation

And when you're discontent you change the TV station

And when you hate your life no qualtities redeeming

A million brainwashed zombies will always be heard screaming

And when there is no hope

I'll smoke some crack I'll shoot some d**e

When there's no enemies

I sit and stare at my TV

And in my ignorance

I'll be a slave and sycophant

And in a perfect world devoid of all temptations

The good leftover crizack could unite the nations

But now the war machines are mapping our destructions

With poisons over flowing in the chemical seductions

And when there is no hope

I'll smoke some crack I'll shoot some d**e

When there's no enemies

I sit and stare at my TV

And in my ignorance

I'll be a slave and sycophant

Aahhh and when there is no hope

I'll smoke some crack I'll shoot some d**e

When there's no enemies

I sit and stare at my TV

And in my ignorance

I'll be a slave and sycophant

With my credit and my bank

My mind will draw a blank

I'll block out history

And stare at my TV

For me there is no way

Five hundred channels waste my life away away