TV in my mind
my bed lays
cold lost and alone
brief visits from me
leave sheets tossed and turned
but nothing lays between
but the imprint of brief moments
when I had my eyes closed
and dreamt short commercials
from the life channel
theres never anything good on anymore
playing in the upper channels
live action reality shows
leave me tired and drained
medical drama's leave me
weak, mind strained
I just cant look at another
broken body in CSI_whoami
at 4 in the mornin,
aint much of nuttin left
but reruns of shows longdead
I've watched them all before,
over and over and over in my head
until they became my world
became Laverne getting her L ripped off
I was tootie stumblin round on those skates.
I can honestly say I never wanted to be Marsha
but Alice had one busy kickin life,
hidin sam from the fam as he snuck out,
who do they think left the bacon, the meat fairy
What happened to the first chachi?
I always wondered, did jonie really truly love chachi
Oh man when the rest of the girls
wanted to be pinky tescudaro, I wanted to be leather
she was butch and strong and wasnt afraid of shit
and she got to wear beautiful black leather
(hmmm so many sources from which I derived that particular fetish)
now of course I do see
that Laverne and Shirley
are lesbians, big ole dykes,
I think Shirley was the top
in that relationship,
I think she kept quiet control
over her curly haired bisexual bitch.
I mean who really honestly believed
Carmine Ragussa wasn't closeted
and just really loved Shirley,
Yea as his faghag.
Although I go from _fags_ to _bitches_
The longer I lay looking
the more dismal the view becomes
and I've tried to shut it off
but the remotes dont work on that part
of my anatomy, bangs head against pillow
that usually works for the other ones
Oh look, its ron popeil and his amazing
_insert amazing tool here_
and my brights still have stains but thanx
to oxyclean they are bright and new
oooo look its a hello kitty coffee maker
the shopping channel, oh lord I hope my
wallet is hidden from that destruction
oh wait that was just the dream of ebay
replaying in my sleep gettin in the way
If I could just find the off switch
I guess its behind the ear
Im not quite sure which
thing makes all these thoughts dissappear
so I can just lay down a little bit
longer than a cat nap
so I can close my eyes and let the sandman
set his sweet sleepy trap
please, just for tonight
dont miss me again
theres nothing left on
accept univision
cold lost and alone
brief visits from me
leave sheets tossed and turned
but nothing lays between
but the imprint of brief moments
when I had my eyes closed
and dreamt short commercials
from the life channel
theres never anything good on anymore
playing in the upper channels
live action reality shows
leave me tired and drained
medical drama's leave me
weak, mind strained
I just cant look at another
broken body in CSI_whoami
at 4 in the mornin,
aint much of nuttin left
but reruns of shows longdead
I've watched them all before,
over and over and over in my head
until they became my world
became Laverne getting her L ripped off
I was tootie stumblin round on those skates.
I can honestly say I never wanted to be Marsha
but Alice had one busy kickin life,
hidin sam from the fam as he snuck out,
who do they think left the bacon, the meat fairy
What happened to the first chachi?
I always wondered, did jonie really truly love chachi
Oh man when the rest of the girls
wanted to be pinky tescudaro, I wanted to be leather
she was butch and strong and wasnt afraid of shit
and she got to wear beautiful black leather
(hmmm so many sources from which I derived that particular fetish)
now of course I do see
that Laverne and Shirley
are lesbians, big ole dykes,
I think Shirley was the top
in that relationship,
I think she kept quiet control
over her curly haired bisexual bitch.
I mean who really honestly believed
Carmine Ragussa wasn't closeted
and just really loved Shirley,
Yea as his faghag.
Although I go from _fags_ to _bitches_
The longer I lay looking
the more dismal the view becomes
and I've tried to shut it off
but the remotes dont work on that part
of my anatomy, bangs head against pillow
that usually works for the other ones
Oh look, its ron popeil and his amazing
_insert amazing tool here_
and my brights still have stains but thanx
to oxyclean they are bright and new
oooo look its a hello kitty coffee maker
the shopping channel, oh lord I hope my
wallet is hidden from that destruction
oh wait that was just the dream of ebay
replaying in my sleep gettin in the way
If I could just find the off switch
I guess its behind the ear
Im not quite sure which
thing makes all these thoughts dissappear
so I can just lay down a little bit
longer than a cat nap
so I can close my eyes and let the sandman
set his sweet sleepy trap
please, just for tonight
dont miss me again
theres nothing left on
accept univision