Little People

I feel again i'm coming home
 To find the peace i feel alone
 My television friends have gone
 Now i can take my time to talk about them
 They're nice to me, they smile to me
 They are what they'd like me to be
 I let them keep my company
 And i don't even care what they're selling
 They're only selling
 Look into these little boxes
 Bluer weather, greener grass
 Everyone has lots of money
 Everyone's in style
 Little people, little houses
 Happy living little lives
 When they wake up with perfect makeup
 It makes me sick
 Don't need a life of my own, you know i'm so satisfied
 Deep in the screen they have made me believe
 I'm so pacified
 They keep me asleep with each day they repeat
 This life they pretend to me
 I took my television, unplugged it from the wall
 Tiny people crawling as i broke it on the floor
 I put them in my pockets, took them where they can't be found
 Then i held them in my hands
 Then i made them do really bad things
 Now i'm afraid to be at home
 Because i fear i'm not alone
 My television friends have grown
 Now i'm afraid of what they might be selling
 What are they selling