Letra de Idiot Box

I switch my tube on and get my ass down on the couch 200.000 empty frames come now torpedoing my brain. My washed out mind gets caught right up in it, Engrossed in rubbish, it starts slowly melting. Masses going apeshit over so much crap, daily screwing around, Stuck right down on the couch and Waiting for the box to light up our minds Medias schedule stupid broadcasts, They break modeled news to manipulate us, To drive us psychotic, nuts... Broadcasting what they want us to see, What they want us to hear once more. Time has come now to chuck this crap up on me, A flood of dumb advertisings praising us the merits Of products we could easily live without. Yet, we rush out to buy...