I'm living on a land-mine
my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids
and my skin, a sickly grey
and if I waited by the 'phone line
I'd wait a couple of days so I'm here lying
on my bed, until I fade
I flick the channels one to one, I flick them through again
and all the time I'm dreaming better days
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and now I see no sun, I see no life behind my one-track mind
here I need no fun, I need no time to find a new design
move along I'm working on my 3-D TV tan
so so KO - I need another show
so so KO - it's just a part of the plan
so so KO - there's only me and my TV Tan


some day maybe I'll call you
I'll see whenever I'm free.. maybe Tuesday, when there's nothing on TV
20 Regal and a 4-pack
I guess I'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white
I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the TV guide
the bible for the pig who stays inside
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thinning, I'm thinning and insanely grinning
and fools peering
out of my TV try hard to be funny
unfortunate for me
they start to entertain ye
I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignites
and I'm here waiting, here for nothing...
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