T.V. Song Songtext
von Nana Grizol

Since the day I let you in
Feeling so cosmopolitan
Don′t you know I tried so hard to make a home for you
Oh but my cupboard's mostly empty
And you always get upset
And now I′m working nights for nickels
Just to feed my favorite pit

I know it's easy to remind me of the things I haven't got
I′d be better if you left me here to rot

You say that it′s a choice to make a message with my voice
But I'm on eggshells when I walk around the living room
Cause at the end of the day my
Nightly news is inundated with your views
I start to think there isn′t nothing I can do


Cause you move mountains with your anger
You swell oceans when you're sad
And you start wars with your rejoicing
And you treated me so bad

There is a conflict here of interest
The interest isn′t mine
I start to think about leaving you behind

Some definitions of our difference, once invented long maintained
Now someone's dying on a dance floor,
You can say that we′re the same but it's a lie
War machines and power dreams and racist,
Homophobic schemes can't orient
Themselves to give the people what they need

The ones who live to lead our fights
The ones who died to gain our rights
The ones collected on your cutting floor shout
"Who turned out the lights?"
I know I tried