Find a beautiful old street

Not rushing through this time

In a bar where a fat lady reigns supreme

Come in and drink with a false name

In circus clothes forget their pain

They are the zombie bodies

Caught in the glow of the TV screen

Just forget it…


Forget it all

The TV screen

TV screen makes you feel small

No life at all


Now that you have turned it off

It's harder than you thought

No one wants to give a damn

Or even hear a thought

They rush from one fad to the next

You talk and it has no effect

You are the target for stars

And the planets on the TV screen

Just forget it…


Forget it all

The TV screen

TV screen makes you feel small

No life at all



(Grazie a Katarzyna per questo testo)