Faces that look familiar 

They advertise their illness 

On national T.V. 

They speak of love 



You tune it up and praise the little things 

You wait for sales and you wish for nothing in between 

So you're sitting by the phone, you're waiting fot the call 

A casting to the show, a ticket to revolution 



We won't let you down 

Please don't give in 

You'll wave a flag 

You'll stick a pin 



You'll meet the president 

And with a little luck 

Shake hands with God 

So don't give up 



All those familiar faces 

Fear it ain't worth dying 

If there's no one there to see 

If there's no one to 



You tune it up and praise the little screen 

You hope it can fill all the holes in between 

Like a decoy to the lies, in line to be surprised 

You will be televised starring in the revolution 



We won't let you down 

Please don't give in 

You'll wave a flag 

You'll stick a pin 



You'll meet the president 

And with a little luck 

Shake hands with God 

So don't give up