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…