Tell a Vision Time - Dirk Hamilton

Listen, Slick, is that your spit that drools

between your feet?

Is that sound around your head a busy-signal beep?

Is your laughter manufactured?

Whatcha feelin' boy?

You don't really wanna talk, ya just want

friendly monkey noise

Hey, Punk of Progress
Raised to the hum of the Electric Governess
Don't change the channel
It's Tell a Vision Time

Sittin' soaked in cigarette smoke
and drenched in T.V. light
The message of our emptiness is broadcast every night
There's no need for burnin' books
now that they are ignored
I'm tryin' to reach your mind but
Howdy Doody keeps answerin' your door

Hey, Punk of Progress
Raised to the hum of the Electric Governess
Don't change the channel
It's Tell a Vision Time

Hey, Prime Time Pacasso, there's no light
behind your eyes
The death you've dealt in all these years
has murdered it alive
Because the Dollar Boys don't buy
the Best you can create
Makes you no less guilty for the
garbage that you make

Hey, Punk of Progress
Raised to the hum of the Electric Governess
Don't change the channel
It's Tell a Vision Time

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