when i speak to you it's in the language of the 20th century people 

the ones who are the stars of stage and screen 

everything i say has been taught to me by my favourite tv programme 

the one that i watch each and every week 



turn on tune in drop out



if i concentrate i can break through the wash but only for a moment 

my lucid thoughts are lost and out of reach 

i would rather fall back into my familiar comfortable persona 

the one that my tv was bought to teach 



turn on tune in drop out



i can be the hero who can fly around the sun 

i can scare you shitless i saw how on channel one 

i think that i'm impressing you with funny anecdotes 

i got them from my kid's tv and he's too young to vote 



we're living in a fantasy but that's ok with me 

you believe the whole thing too we're all on mtv 

buy into the merchandise and then it becomes real 

palpable and plastic packaged neatly on the reel 



don't even go outside you will be destroyed 

best to stay inside take the networked ride 



when i sing to you it's through the haze of mild and modern schizophrenia 

the one where i am not the man i am 

if i glimpse the real then i am scared into the rampant paranoia 

the one where i am still a tv fan



turn on tune in strung out