Blow Your Tube Songtext
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The year of 1923 there was a mastermind invention from John Logie
The stupid motherfucker made the world see
They could sit like idiots in front of a silver screen
Marvin the Martian, colored cartoons
Ed Sullivan, Elvis, Beatles too
Somehow the world knew they would sit all day watching that tube.
And your brain goes
And your brain goes
Then it explodes
The stupid motherfucker made the world see
They could sit like idiots in front of a silver screen
Marvin the Martian, colored cartoons
Ed Sullivan, Elvis, Beatles too
Somehow the world knew they would sit all day watching that tube.
And your brain goes
And your brain goes
Then it explodes
Into a million pieces
Go on gather some rocks
And throw it at the idiot box
Turn it off don't be rude
Just turn it off before I blow you're tube, now
It will rot your brain
And you will go insane
Turn it off, don't be rude
Just turn it off before I blow you're tube.
To practice music, that's their gin
They cancel practice for Invader Zim
Those goddamn companies know they've won
When idjits cancel what's more fun.
You come home early, you're depressed
You come home early, you need a rest
Come home early cause of this terrible tragedy
It's on every channel what today you had to see
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Boy do you want to have an IQ of 9
All that wasted on you're TV, find
You want tobe the creative crash
Who sits on his ass, watching those flashbacks
Hey punk get a CD rom
If you like Sublime go to skunk.com
It's really all up to you
But you don't waste it all in front of that tube
Pre-Chorus
Chorus (x2)
Go on gather some rocks
And throw it at the idiot box
Turn it off don't be rude
Just turn it off before I blow you're tube, now
It will rot your brain
And you will go insane
Turn it off, don't be rude
Just turn it off before I blow you're tube.
To practice music, that's their gin
They cancel practice for Invader Zim
Those goddamn companies know they've won
When idjits cancel what's more fun.
You come home early, you're depressed
You come home early, you need a rest
Come home early cause of this terrible tragedy
It's on every channel what today you had to see
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Boy do you want to have an IQ of 9
All that wasted on you're TV, find
You want tobe the creative crash
Who sits on his ass, watching those flashbacks
Hey punk get a CD rom
If you like Sublime go to skunk.com
It's really all up to you
But you don't waste it all in front of that tube
Pre-Chorus
Chorus (x2)
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