Channel Changer

Decided just today to kill my television
Death by cathode ray was my decision

Will you please just hand me the remote
It's 50 years until the next good show

Now I'm the firmly planted channel changer man

Pry my hands from the steering wheel
And place it on your thigh
Looking out the window
You by my side...side...side

Cry, moan, bitch, and beat each other
Why can't we all act like,
Why can't we all act like brothers?

And all the people are counted grains of sand
It's Mother Nature's job is to sweep them up
And put them out to blow again

Shake and shove and cut out your daily troubles
Cause dirty water lies underneath the bubbles
Now I'm a firmly planted dish washing man

Pry my hands from the steering wheel
And place it on your thigh
Looking out the window
You by my side...side...side

Cry, moan, bitch, and beat each other
Why can't we all act like,
Why can't we all act like brothers?

Decided just to just today kill my television
Death by cathode ray was my decision