Lyrics
500 channels of a daydream simulation, Help me to resent my life and raise my expectations. Locked into re-runs and memories repeating, A
our ideas, just, seem so self-defeating. For you and yours, the Pepsi generation, And when you're disconte
an change the T.V. station, And when you hate your life no qualities redeeming, A million brainwashed zonbies
ways be heard screaming! And when there is no hope, I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope. When t
o enemies, I'll sit and stare at my T.
