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Beat by beat, as Becky falls to sleepShe sits in her electric chair and watches the TVAnd it's so quiet here tonight, She looks skinny in the lightIn her underwear, her face so fair, She's higher than a kiteShe says, "Well, what about me? Am I dying silently?Have you ever wanted anything so bad you couldn't see?"No-oh-ho. No-oh-ho, not me. No-oh-ho, I don't want to be on TV.And the man down at the TV station cracks his knuckles bareHe is staring at a woman, she is staring back at himYou could cut the tension with a knife"We're expecting rain tonight. There's a weather system blowing in from Santa Ana all night."She thinks, "Well what about me? So what you're on TVI don't care about your pompous ass, I care about this baby."No-oh-ho. No-oh-ho, not me. No-oh-ho, I don't want to be on TV.Everyone in this city seems to take it like a drugSit up all night, faces so white, they just can't get enoughAnd these shows are all the same, There's something I can't nameSongtexteAll the snickering on this flickering screen, The noise numbing my brainSo I think, well, what about me?Will I just die silently?With all these walls and bars and endless whores, just dying next to me?No-oh-ho. No-oh-ho, not me. No-oh-ho, I don't want to be on TV.No-oh-ho. No-oh-ho, not me. No-oh-ho. No-oh-ho. Aus Songtexte Mania