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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 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 SongtexteYou 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) Aus Songtexte Mania