I'm living on a land-mine
My body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids
And my skin, a sickly grey
And if i waited by the 'phone line
I'd wait a couple of days so i'm here lying
On my bed, until i fade
I flick the channels one to one, i flick them through again
And all the time i'm dreaming better days
[chorus]
And now i see no sun, i see no life behind my one-track mind
Here i need no fun, i need no time to find a new design
Move along i'm working on my 3-d tv tan
So so ko - i need another show
So so ko - it's just a part of the plan
So so ko - there's only me and my tv tan
Some day maybe i'll call you
I'll see whenever i'm free.. maybe tuesday, when there's nothing on tv
20 regal and a 4-pack
I guess i'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white
I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the tv guide
The bible for the pig who stays inside
[chorus]
Thinning, i'm thinning and insanely grinning
And fools peering
Out of my tv try hard to be funny
Unfortunate for me
They start to entertain ye
I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignites
And i'm here waiting, here for nothing...
[chorus]
