rate me

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


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

softso KO - I need another show

softso KO - it's just a part of the plan

softso 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


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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