Take the tv outta your pocket
Put the gossip back in the cabinet
Where’s the lock, the cabinets are full but so is your heart
Stop talking about sports and go play one for a start
Precious sports pass the ball pass the buck
What’s really important will count on your luck
Place your bets on what you can never control
And watch those dice…roll, roll, roll
Politicians’ hands so polished and smooth
Never did a damn day of work in their life
Causing strife
Passing it out while we scream and shout…
Hell no we won’t do it…we won’t go
A big game we really think we know their name
Secret handshakes and scripts written for distraction
Look over here not over there
No doubt that we’ll do what they dare
You may just find yourself deep down there somewhere
Wading in the shallows
Wearing halos bought with words
Everyone is talking about spirits outside of their own
The circle of mind is drawn smaller with lines
you cannot see, shapes you can’t own
Straight shooting at the high life, the lime light
The green envy monster that’s under your bed at night
In your head locking your gaze
Chippawooies on the way
Grab your surf shorts and bathrobes
Got you stare stock boat tripped and rocked
Stealing all your days
Straight and turn the sharp cornered maze
Your legs are twisted, not sure why you’re here
Your morals blistered
Rubbing and tugging the pleasure ride guide
Of the news reporter makes your life shorter and shorter
And there’s not enough time
To get it all in before the next show at 9
Your heart is blind and wouldn’t recognize a hard time
Oh yeah it’s to be afraid
You listened when they told you to run
Don’t think for yourself, just finish what begun
Each day a gift you never unwrap
You pass the package pretty bow, but what’s inside you’ll never know
It’s untapped trapped and stale
Souls for sale
Celebrity fame, newscaster’s game
They threw you a line now you’re hooked, injured and lame
Perpetuating, the love hating, gossip lips sucking on media tits
Press is putting the pressure on creating one big sing songy sing along song
La la la la laugh till your dead with all that big pile of shit in your head
Now get out your shovel
Ya dig?
There’s a lot of shit around so many pigs
Dig and dig till the lotus is found
Breathe in and choke and break the ground hard
And swing again till there’s no more sweat or tears to shed
We do what were told and were told what to do
This story is real it could happen to you