Testo Flat Top

Flat top intervention
Bringing home the new invention
See it there in pieces on the ground
A television war between the cynics and the saints
Flip the dial and that's whose side you're on
Sleeping on the White House lawn ain't never changed a thing
Look at all the washed out hippie dreams
And it's fallin' all around us Is this some kinda joke they're trying to pull on us
Fallin' all around us
I turned my head off for a while
The tabloid generation's lost
Choking on it's fear
Used to be that's all we had to fear
Conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked loves to speak
His knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street.
A visionary coward says that anger can be power
As long as there's a victim on TV
And my dirty dreams all come alive on my TV screen
And assassination plots
Show me what I haven't got
Show me what I love, who I'm supposed to be
Show me everything I need Show it all to me
Show it all to me