Proiect - AMUSED TO DEATH

AMUSED TO DEATH

Doctor, doctor, what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a color tv
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Oooh western woman, oooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air, when Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches onto that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle
Oooh western woman, oooh western girl
Oooh western woman, oooh western girl
And the children of Melrose strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley, warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screen
No thoughts to think, no tears to cry
All sucked dry, down to the very last breathe
Bartender what is wrong with me,
Why am I so out of breathe
The captain said excuse me ma'am
The species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched a tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and awed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen eyed look out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their list
And then the alien anthropologist
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry, no feelings left
The species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death