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Eat Your Television

by Michael Psycho

Uhhlll 03:10
You never gave me anything that I could ever hold You never gave me anything that ever meant anything Your phony attitude doesn’t show me anything And I don’t miss you I never missed you I wish I had missed you UHHLLL You never wanted me to be anything at all You never wanted anything that made me anything You never showed me anything to me ever at all And I don’t miss you I never missed you I wish I had missed you UHHLLL
You look so good when you’re playing it hard. You look so good in the mirror at home. You’ve got the looks that the kids adore. You’ve got the style that the kids adore. If looks could kill, then you’d kill yourself. You’ve got not problems with yourself. You’ve got no love, but you’ve got your health. You know the games and you play them all well And all the rest of earth can go to Hell. If looks could kill, then you’d kill yourself…
As time has flown away Some things never change My sentiment stays the same. Now that I’ve flown away Who is left to blame For what went wrong So, is it Just a mirror or Four blank walls you see today? Some friends have told me That I have grieved in vain Never really known this “til of late. Now that I found a way, I could have skipped the pain Form what went wrong. So, is it Just a mirror or Four blank walls you see today?
One more day in as a slave One less day until your grave Hardly got your body through the door Images of perfection Shooting forth in your direction ‘Til your eyes can’t take it anymore Eat your television Stuck all day on your TV Stuck in some dumb fantasy Making up for all the dreams you’ve lost Spend more time than with your wife Change the channel, don’t change your life It’s easier than being your own boss Eat your television
See 03:23
I don’t see any sense anymore And I’m trying to see what’s left Modern man is so lifeless now I could drown in a sea of milk Modern man in a city of slums Doesn’t have much care, just some guilt Now the city boy just smiles and parties While his mother’s being raped by the world I can’t say I feel That pissed or worse at all I sit down and try to unwind and Laugh at this screwed up world Join the Navy and see the world I’d as sooner want to see all the wars In my neighborhood I’ve seen enough I feel lost in the blinding light of sin Modern man’s one big run down boulevard And he’s never ever going anywhere I feel funny when I think of the future Used tires and whores everywhere I believe in living freestyle Just end up where it sends me That’s all you’ll see in me I seem to lose so well Now you see why I sit here and cry by myself
Opiate 04:20
Here you are, A modern folk with modern minds, Blindly hoping in a man That still can't be found, And depending upon his return. Can't you believe that what he said is true, Without the fairy tales And the magic tricks to serve you, To keep the attention Of your adoring congregation? I don't care if he rose from the dead, As long as he teaches how to live... Because if one thing is true, Once you or I die, We ain't never coming back.
Time to end this little war I won’t come anymore You’ll never see my face again Was it hard to let me go Or did you even know Or care how much you meant to me Guess I’ll have to live and learn How not to get me burned Just for the sake of love, my dear You live and learn and learn to live You take what you get and learn to give You wish for a second that things would be what they were… once Guess I’ll go off on my way I’ll see you yesterday Was it much too much to ask That we didn’t move too fast Or did you only need a friend Someone to take care of you Share the thrills and see you through And be your only lonely one I couldn’t fit the job myself So you ran to someone else Pretending you’re in love again
O.K. now stop right here Let me give you kids a hand Don’t think for a minute I expected you to understand So don’t bother to shut me out I’ll show myself on out I’ve had enough of you I know what you’re about Slamming the door You seem to pride yourself On being so unique But meet someone who’s really real And watch you start to freak You talk of freedom But you don’t know what it means So keep on looking at yourself And looking down on me And keep on Slamming the door
My Life sucks. My life sucks and I can’t help it. AHHHHAHHH HAHHH HAHHH…
Do I give you the creeps? Well you can eat my MEAT! I got the word to me on what you said You been going ‘round town all talking shit. You think I’m fucked up? You’re the one who’s sick! You think I’m weird, well, you can suck my dick! Do I give you the creeps? Well, you can eat my MEAT! I can’t believe all the fucked up things you said All the drugs you’re taking must be going to your head No one in this town is going to buy your lies one bit. You don’t like my attitude? Then eat shit!
007 02:31
She tried to get me to admit to stuff she didn't know about 'til two days before she stank up my stoop I played along and found out what she was really all about I should kill you But I don't really want to I should kill you But I'm not really going to They thought they had it made in the shade Turn me into another jack fool After she kicked it from AIDS I kept ahead of the half-steppers Now they'd better run 'Cause if they cross my path, You know they'll get the broomstick. I should kill you, But I don't really want to I should kill you But I'm not really going to...
Iga 03:25
IGA knows what you want. Step into the temple of the almighty IGA. Please have your sacrificial gift ready in the form of checks, dead presidents, or United States Department of Agriculture Food Stamps. As you wander our many hallowed halls, please pay respect to the exalted god IGA. Sure, there are other gods to be worshipped, such as Lucka, Albertsoni, or Stoppa Shoppa, but these false deities pale in comparison to the light of the glory of the beauty of the one and only deity IGA. Because, unlike other gods of our pagan consumerist society… IGA KNOWS WHAT YOU WANT. Yeah, IGA knows what you want. He knows when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He knows what you buy. He knows when you’ve got that big date and need more condoms, toothpaste and deodorant. HE knows what kind of food you feed your pets. He knows when it’s that time of month. He knows all. Surely, IGA knows what you want. So give in.
There are a lot of folks who once I thought were real close friends Who never try to call or come up to my door. I guess it has to do with my quitting alcohol and drugs. They just don’t think that I’m a-happenin’ anymore. But still, I don’t regret my having given up my substance use, Despite the fact they think I’m now a bore. Because not have I learned who my friends really are, I’ve also figured out what friends are really for. They’re not convenient dope connections just to score a bag, Or pitch in money for a twelve-pack every night. I’m sorry if I started taking stock in my priorities, And figuring that something isn’t right. So, to my former party partners, let me tell you all, I can’t apologize for 20/20 sight. And if you now consider me as holier than thou, You’d better watch your words, ‘cause I might prove you right. The kids around this town see me and think that I’m a narc or something, They don’t tryst me ‘cause I’m much too old. But they’re the ones to talk, like, they have grown up much too fast. Their garbage culture is already growing mold. They’ve nothing new to say, they just go retrograde a couple decades, And they pick and choose what they can use. If I see one more TV ad for one more CD set of lousy music, I predict that I will puke. And when I see kids half my age in retro clothes, I only feel the styles sucked then, and now they’re even worse. Like choking on some cultural regurgitated cud, Like some witch doctor gave the world a potent curse. It makes me want to pay a shaman handsomely to put a whammy On those bastard fashion fascists… Oo, And maybe with a little luck, the economy will collapse And they’ll be forced to be unemployed grunge bums too. Some of these rushed limbo types get pissed off when I speak my mind, Like I’m some threat to their security. They mumble nasty lies about my sex life underneath my breath, With lame ass joking threats of killing me. Ah, but I know that they lack the guts to really take me out. Yeah, they prefer to pull their nasties covertly. And plus, they’re scared of being caught and sent to prison Where they’d have to pay in cigarettes to guard their booties. And they’re the first to talk about how tax bucks need to build more prisons (allegedly to get more tough on crime), While cutting social programs. Gee, that makes a lot of sense. You all wear watches, but you sure don’t know the time. You claim to have the answers to the problems that we face, And there are millions listening to your vocal sounds. But twenty years from now we’ll be correcting all your damage While you’re wearing maggots six feet in the ground…


released April 6, 1993


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