The knob on the TV is broken That's why it's always on And every word ever spoken Finds its way into a song There are noises in the attic It's probably water from the storm Way down deep beneath the static Misty words begin to form And lately I've been feeling A little busted up and dusty Since the ceiling Came crashing down and I Recall the screaming Of a hundred angry people I try to plug my ears But I can't make it stop I'd like to think that when you're dying You're gonna know what you should do That's a lovely thought for thinking But it probably isn't true The tube one the TV has shattered And I fear so has my soul 'Cause everything that ever mattered Just got sucked into the hole Lately I've been feeling A little busted up and dusty Since the ceiling Came crashing down and I Recall the screaming Of a hundred angry people I try to plug my ears But I can't make it stop