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Published: 2009-01-12 17:55:09 +0000 UTC; Views: 53; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 3
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The infomercials tell meI need to buy these
Just some sugar-pills for my self-esteem
But they look damn tastey
A telemarketer works the shift
Working the big man's shaft
A lawyer in a sleek black suit
Is racing with sin
And I can't seem to find the remote under all this loose skin
I don't even glance
Right next to me
At the filth on the TV
Hey, Momma, could you tell me, please,
What's dirty?
I've forgotten
All that's good
And all that used to be
It seems to me that we've all
Split at the seams
It's no wonder
No one ponders
With everything so clean
But it's hard to believe something so neat
Could be so messy
Shave away all the sun
And replace it with stress
It's a good marketing campaign
To sell me more shit
I'll fall for it once
And it's a shame I will again
I don't even glance
Right next to me
At the filth on the TV
Hey, Momma, could you tell me, please,
What's dirty?
I've forgotten
All that's good
And all that used to be
It seems to me that we've all
Split at the seams
Just another brick
In the wall
Of my middleclass house
It's not quite the country
But at least I've got a home
I guess I'll never see the world
When I'm leased in the suburbs
With a family on one arm
And another just over the curb
So, let's just kick back
And turn on the tube
Let it teach the kids,
We've got too much to do
I say,
Hey, Momma, could you tell me, please,
What's dirty?
I've forgotten
What's good
And what the world used to be
