Verse 1- Turn on the TV, log onto the Net
-------------Grab on to your joystick, you won’t break a sweat.
-------------The photons dance as the media screams
-------------At a hypnotized crowd in a digital dream.

------ ------Marshall MacLuhan was right all along:
------- -----When you play it on TV, it changes your song.
-- ------ ----It’s all how you look when you’re just time to fill.
-- ------ ---There’s nobody thinking, so go for the thrill.

Chorus - Lost in immediate media, blinded by too much to see.
---------- --Lost in immediate media, me and you living our lives on TV.

Verse 2- When life is a talk show, it’s washed down the drain
-------------They’re selling the freak show, parading the pain.
-------------So sell them your story, who cares if it’s true?
-------------They’ll just buy another when they’re done with you.

-------------Force-fed children are robbed of their youth
-------------When a parade of sensation masquerades as the truth,
-------------With meaningless phrases that we all memorize,
------ ------The endless succession of little white lies.
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Chorus- (Repeat)

Verse 3- It’s painting our mirrors, invading our dreams,
------- -----Filling our lives with a silence that screams.
----- -------It’s darkness in daytime, it’s blinding with light.
--------- ---Erasing the difference between wrong and right.

------ ------It’s a brain-dead Shakespeare feeding us words,
----- -------Our lines in the theater of the absurd.
------- -----In a digital world, everything is the same:
-------- ---We’re just living and dying in a digital game.

Chorus -(Repeat)

Coda---- Lost in immediate media, me and you living our lives on TV.

Jul. 9, Aug. 2, Nov. 1, ‘95
May 30, ‘99