TV PARTY
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
Yeah, he had a gun,
he held it to her head.
He didn’t want to do it,
but it was out of his hands.
The cops show up,
sirens outside.
Bang, said the SWAT team and
everybody died.
I change the channel,
on every station I see
people getting murdered,
murdered by me.
Shot in an ambush,
car a cliff,
axe thru the temple,
another mafia hit.
C’mon over, it’s a TV party,
macho shit for the hale and hearty.
TV party, none of its real.
TV party, try not to feel.
TV party, that blood ain’t real.
TV party, raw is the deal.
All the little kids, it’s
all they ever do,
having TV parties,
it gets me kinda blue.
What are they seeing?
What does it all say?
An axe through the temple
Is no way to begin your little day
Here we go, class:
Shot in an ambush,
car a cliff,
axe thru the temple,
another mafia hit.
Poison in the Pepsi
A spear through the head
You know glass in your eyeballs
Will make you see red.
C’mon over, it’s a TV party,
macho shit for the hale and hearty
TV party, none of its real.
TV party, try not to feel.
TV party, that blood ain’t real.
TV party, raw is the deal.
Copyright 1994, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
