I've seen the stupid stare on thousands of our faces
Watched my thoughts carelessly fall away while I fumbled for the right words to say
My brain is such a mish-mash of MTV videos and vacant, empty spaces
And I look around and see a thousand drooling idiots just the fucking same as me
We've been weaned on Mr. Rogers, we all worship the TV
That sucks our fucking imaginations from our heads and no one wants to see
The generation of zombies and their fucking sick parade
Marching forward to the beat of "House Of Style" and "Singled Out"
But I flip to it the same as you, bored shitless on my couch
And why am I bored? It's because when I was growing up I saw everything played out
And I could flip the channel tirelessly
And since I was so capable, my attention span shrunk to fit
To the point where I reject things that aren't synthetic blobs of shit
I don't want an easy answer, I need a fucking catch-all phrase
I don't have the time or patience to read a book and figure shit out for myself
When it's spelled out for me as plain as fucking day
And with pretty flashing lights and sounds to keep me entertained
I'm like a dog trained by a box, "like" and "totally" fill my day
And "I think I'm going crazy, man" has become fucking cliche
And I think I'm going crazy or was I just raised that way?
And I think hard about nothing as I stare off into space
We need to turn our heads on, cause our brains are getting soft
So exercise your brain and turn your TV fucking off