The Loathsome Crowded West

It was never taught to me I learned it on TV And when they slurred the doublethink Si plumeux je suis It seemed the bigger the screen The brighter the blood would be It's cherry red, dead Cue the scene You say I I don't believe in it Let it burn Let it burn And walk away (S'éloigner, s'éloigner, s'éloigner) It's just a lie And I I see through it Let it burn Let it burn And you get paid (Compensé, compensé, compensé) Le tireur est assis seul Son cerveau est frit La télévision soupire Et cede avec un cri Tu lás appris á la télé, télé, télé Qu as tu appris, dis moi, dis moi, dis moi Tu lás appris á la télé, télé, télé Qu as tu appris, dis moi, dis moi, dis moi The ticket's in your hands There's blood on your hands The script is in your hands There's blood on your hands The image in their head So what's in, so what's in their heads You say I I don't believe in it Let it burn Let it burn And walk away (S'éloigner, s'éloigner, s'éloigner) It's just a lie And I I see through it Let it burn Let it burn And you get paid (Compensé, compensé, compensé) The ticket's in your hands There's blood on your hands The script is in your hands There's blood on your hands The image in their head So what's in their heads Desensitization in our heads So what's in our heads The ticket's in your hands The ticket's in your name The ticket's in your hands The ticket's in your name Desensitization in our heads So what's in our, what's in our What's in our, what's in our What's in our heads There's blood on your hands There's blood on your hands There's blood on your hands There's blood on your hands There's blood on your hands There's blood on your hands There's blood on your hands