You're itching from the fever
you get from your receiver
Forever gonna be there,
always tuning in the news
on your radio hoping for
a brainstorm bullet
Write a letter to a talk show,
hosted by a one eyed ghost
Don't deny imagination,
in a hopeless situation
Hide in your own pocket
Ride your silver rocket
Sing a simple song
Nothing can go wrong
Pop & Television turns you on
electric meditation strong enough