That new TV will cure my blues
That new TV will bring me to you
That new TV will make feel new
That new TV will make me true
That new phone will fix my head
That new phone will get me out of bed
That new phone will replace my meds
That new phone will raise the dead
Another car will get me where I want to be
Another car will make me forget about being me
Another car will make everyone finally see
Another car and I will no longer bleed
Get something to fill something
That can’t be filled
Get something at the store
When what I need can’t be found beyond your doors
Looking for a quick fix
To get me out this fix
Looking for a quick fix
To give me a fake lift
The messages I get are all fake
From the screens and my brain
The messages I get are all fake
They are just out there to take
And when the goodies are out of the box
When the new car is in the garage
When that new TV has nothing on
I’ll still be tied up, gagged and locked
Something brings nothing
Nothing brings everything
Search and seek all the time
Is making me lose my mind
Don’t know where the answer lies
All I know is in the end we all die
Whether it’s Potter’s Field Or Hollywood Cemetery
It really doesn’t matter where we finally lie
All end up in the same place
Up or down at the end of the race
And maybe none this adds up to much
Let someone else judge
I’m tired
