“I Don’t Want To Be On Tv”

The Airborne Toxic Event

Written by Mikel Jollett

 

Beat by beat, as Becky falls to sleep
She sits in her electric chair and watches the TV

 

And it's so quiet here tonight, she looks skinny in the light
In her underwear her face so fare, she's higher than a kite

 

She says, "What about me? Am I dying silently
Have you ever wanted anything so bad you couldn't see?"

 

No, not me. I don't want to be on TV

 

And the man down at the TV station cracks his knuckles bare
He is staring at a woman, she is staring back at him

 

You could cut the tension with a knife
"We're expecting rain tonight. There's a weather system blowing in from Santa Ana all night."

 

She thinks, "Well what about me? So what you're on TV
I don't care about your pompous ass, I care about this baby."

 

Everyone in this city seems to take it like a drug
Sit up all night faces so white, they just can't get enough

 

And these shows are all the same, there's something I can't name
All the snickering on this flickering screen, the noise numbing my brain

 

So I think well, what about me?

 

Will I just die silently? With all these whores and wars and endless bores, dying next to me?

 

No, not me. I don't want to be on TV

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