Find a beautiful old street 

Not rushing through this time 

In a bar where a fat lady reigns supreme 

Come in and drink with a false name 

In circus clothes forget their pain 

They are the zombie bodies 

Caught in the glow of the TV screen 

Just forget it? 



Forget it all 

The TV screen 

TV screen makes you feel small 

No life at all 



Now that you have turned it off 

It's harder than you thought 

No one wants to give a damn 

Or even hear a thought 

They rush from one fad to the next 

You talk and it has no effect 

You are the target for stars 

And the planets on the TV screen 

Just forget it? 



Forget it all 

The TV screen 

TV screen makes you feel small 

No life at all