TV casualty

TV casualty
There are paint smears on everything
I own
The vapor rub is lying on a table of
filth
Christmas cards to which I never
reply
My eyeballs absorb only blue
filtered light

TV casualty, TV casualty
We're all right
TV casualty, TV casualty
I wish they'd put Prince Namor on
the tube
Hold on I think I have to puke
There's a spot in the corner where I
always go
I like to feed the flies that I know
But please don't feed my television
screen
Please don't feed my television
screen
TV casualty, TV casualty
We're all right
TV casualty, TV casualty
Babies in prison, they call it a
womb
Nine month sentence, no parole
Slivers of steel stuck in your lungs
Breathe deep we need a donor for
blood
Jaguars at the cemetery
Cadillacs grazing at your grave
Zeniths grazing at your grave
Sonys grazing at your grave
TV casualty, TV casualty
We're all right