The T.V. Song

In the night i, i watch the days events on my t.v. set
I spend my whole life watching images that come made of shit
88 killed in a wreck on all the channels and all presets
Is there a way out or maybe something else on?

Ain't that life ain't it always the same thing on every night
Ain't it pretty how life looks on the other side
I don't care quite like i should i've seen the same show in all of my life
Is it 8 o'clock? i think there's something else on

But a familiar tone and a deadly scene come into view
I see the light fade in a strangers eyes
And hear her last breath on cold lips
Death on board a smoking car a dying wife in my heart
Is it 8 o'clock? i think there's something else on

Ain't that life ain't it always the same thing on every night
Ain't it pretty how life looks on the other side
I don't care quite like i should i've seen the same show in all of my life
Is it 8 o'clock? i think there's something else on

Ain't that life ain't it always the same thing on every night
Ain't it pretty how life looks on the other side
I don't care quite like i should i've seen the same show in all of my life
Is it 8 o'clock? i think there's something else on