Lyrics

The newspaper's gonna lose it The TV's talking too slick Truth just seems inconvenient Words are changing their meaning Makes more sense than believing I'm just losing my reason What's the point in saving your soul If no one ever dies? What's the matter with taking control Of someone else's life? All your moments are bought and sold He always was an angel The TV made him do it The TV made me do it The news station's gone hard left The government made em do it Computer waves got my mind's eye Radio impulses every night Makes more sense than believing I've just gone off the deep end What's the point in saving your soul If no one ever dies? What's the matter with taking control Of someone else's life? All your moments are bought and sold He always was an angel The TV made him do it The TV made you do it The TV made me do it The TV made me do it Oh, yeah Whoo Showed up early at the capitol Bright and early with a gun pulled We were following orders by the president and his owners Wore the mask of a movement The TV made us do it What's the point in saving your soul If no one ever dies? What's the matter with taking control Of someone else's life? All your moments are bought and sold He always was an angel The TV made him do it What's the point in selling your soul When no one's gonna buy it? What's the matter with taking a toll If it ain't us who pays it? All your moments are bought and sold If we're made in God's image The devil made him do it The TV made me do it
Writer(s): Harry Springer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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