T.V. Song

Since the day I let you in
 Feeling so cosmopolitan
 Don't you know I tried so hard to make a home for you
 Oh but my cupboard's mostly empty
 And you always get upset
 And now I'm working nights for nickels
 Just to feed my favorite pit
 I know it's easy to remind me of the things I haven't got
 I'd be better if you left me here to rot
 You say that it's a choice to make a message with my voice
 But I'm on eggshells when I walk around the living room
 Cause at the end of the day my
 nightly news is inundated with your views
 I start to think there isn't nothing I can do
 Cause you move mountains with your anger
 You swell oceans when you're sad
 And you start wars with your rejoicing
 And you treated me so bad
 There is a conflict here of interest
 The interest isn't mine
 I start to think about leaving you behind
 Some definitions of our difference, once invented long maintained
 Now someone's dying on a dance floor,
 you can say that we're the same but it's a lie
 War machines and power dreams and racist,
 homophobic schemes can't orient
 themselves to give the people what they need
 The ones who live to lead our fights
 The ones who died to gain our rights
 The ones collected on your cutting floor shout
 "Who turned out the lights?"
 I know I tried