I feel again i'm coming home 

To find the peace i feel alone 

My television friends have gone 

Now i can take my time to talk about them



They're nice to me, they smile to me 

They are what they'd like me to be 

I let them keep my company 

And i don't even care what they're selling 

They're only selling



Look into these little boxes 

Bluer weather, greener grass 

Everyone has lots of money 

Everyone's in style



Little people, little houses 

Happy living little lives 

When they wake up with perfect makeup 

It makes me sick



Don't need a life of my own, you know i'm so satisfied 

Deep in the screen they have made me believe 

I'm so pacified 

They keep me asleep with each day they repeat 

This life they pretend to me



I took my television, unplugged it from the wall 

Tiny people crawling as i broke it on the floor 

I put them in my pockets, took them where they can't be found 

Then i held them in my hands 

Then i made them do really bad things



Now i'm afraid to be at home 

Because i fear i'm not alone 

My television friends have grown 

Now i'm afraid of what they might be selling 

What are they selling