500 Channels

500 channels of a day-dream stimulation
 Helps me to resent my life and raise my expectations
 Locked into re-runs, your memories repeating
 And all your ideals seem so self-defeating
 For you and yours, the Pepsi generation
 And when you're discontent, you change the T.V. station
 And when you hate your life, no qualities redeeming
 A million brainwashed zombies will always be heard screaming
 And when there is no hope
 I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope
 When there's no enemies
 I sit and stare at my T.V
 And in my ignorance
 I'll be a slave and sycophant
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 And in a perfect world devoid of all temptations
 The good leftover crizack could unite the nations
 But now the war machines are mapping our destructions
 With poisons over flowing in the chemical seductions
 And when there is no hope
 I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope
 When there's no enemies
 I sit and stare at my T.V
 And in my ignorance
 I'll be a slave and sycophant
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 And when there is no hope
 I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope
 When there's no enemies
 I sit and stare at my T.V
 And in my ignorance
 I'll be a slave and sycophant!
 With my credit and my bank
 My mind will draw a blank
 I'll block out history and stare at my T.V
 For me, there is no way
 500 channels waste my life away, away