TV Tan

I'm living on a land-mine
 my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids
 and my skin, a sickly grey
 and if I waited by the 'phone line
 I'd wait a couple of days so I'm here lying
 on my bed, until I fade
 I flick the channels one to one, I flick them through again
 and all the time I'm dreaming better days
 CHORUS:
 and now I see no sun, I see no life behind my one-track mind
 here I need no fun, I need no time to find a new design
 move along I'm working on my 3-D TV tan
 softso KO - I need another show
 softso KO - it's just a part of the plan
 softso KO - there's only me and my TV Tan
 some day maybe I'll call you
 I'll see whenever I'm free. maybe Tuesday, when there's nothing on TV
 20 Regal and a 4-pack
 I guess I'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white
 I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the TV guide
 the bible for the pig who stays inside
 CHORUS
 thinning, I'm thinning and insanely grinning
 and fools peering
 out of my TV try hard to be funny
 unfortunate for me
 they start to entertain ye
 I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignites
 and I'm here waiting, here for nothing...
 CHORUS