I feel again I'm coming home

To find the place I feel alone

My television friends have gone

Now I can take my time to talk about them



They're nice to me, they smile to me

They are what they'd like me to be

I let them keep me company

And I don't even care what they're selling

They're only selling



Look into these little boxes

Bluer weather, greener grasses

Everyone has lost of money

Everyone's in style



Little people, little houses

Happy living little lives

When they wake up with perfect makeup

It makes me sick



Don't need a life of my own,

you know I'm so satisfied

Deep in the screen they have made me believe

I'm so pacified

They keep me asleep with each day they repeat

This life they pretend to me



I took my television, unplugged it from the wall

Tiny people crawling as I broke it on the floor

I put them in my pockets, took them where they can't be found

then held them in my hands

Then I made them do really bad things



Now I'm afraid to be at home

Because I fear I'm not alone

My television friends of what they might be selling

What are they selling