You're telling me all the news
that's fit for me to know.
You're asking me questions
when you know
where the answers go
You're giving me "choice":
Right or Left, on the same
two-headed snake
while you cover up my voice
like ice on a frozen lake
Don't tell me, I know
You've got secrets to keep
while we sleep
you'll find us another cold war
that's all about dreams
we don't know that we're working for
I dream at night
of four color lovers
in places I'll never be.
I'm a star being born
between magazine covers
on the ready-to-wear high sea
it's reality-ware TV!
Don't mind me, I know
You've got secrets to tell...
like Hell!
you'll promise a dream of relief,
of fame and wonder, but deliver
another
long hard road to grief
