Psychotic Waltz - Little People Lyrics
I feel again I'm coming homeTo find the place I feel aloneMy television friends have goneNow I can take my time to talk about themThey're nice to me, they smile to meThey are what they'd like me to beI let them keep me companyAnd I don't even care what they're sellingThey're only sellingLook into these little boxesBluer weather, greener grassesEveryone has lost of moneyEveryone's in styleLittle people, little housesHappy living little livesWhen they wake up with perfect makeupIt makes me sickDon't need a life of my own,you know I'm so satisfiedDeep in the screen they have made me believeI'm so pacifiedThey keep me asleep with each day they repeatThis life they pretend to meI took my television, unplugged it from the wallTiny people crawling as I broke it on the floorI put them in my pockets, took them where they can't be foundthen held them in my handsThen I made them do really bad thingsNow I'm afraid to be at homeBecause I fear I'm not aloneMy television friends of what they might be sellingWhat are they selling
