Texty:
Vast My Tv And You

My TV and you, it's the only place to be Nothing else to do, nothing else to see A room without a view has so much for me and you I was born to stare

, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and

lyricist dissing us for fortune and fame Did I do something to you, did we sold your hoes? 'Cause you're on TV rapping like you knew me You know me but you

' Elvis fuckin' Christ Well I'm the 500 foot woman I run an evil big black mass I got two brass globes, you got to admit My animal aplomb is vast It'

my thoughts carelessly fall away while I fumbled for the right words to say my brain is such a mish-mash of mtv videos and vast and vacant spaces. And

and caustic. I'm scared to death of my TV. Ninety thousand screens over sixty cycle hum. High definition projection of the horrible things I've done. You

Daz Stealing rhymes with super duper scenes to get you paid But you played yourself cause you cant play me I see through you but you cant see me Hes been watching you