It's in my body, in my brain,
seized by words workin' through my veins.
I feel your scripted words workin' on me,
baptized notions through the TV.
Isn't it something how you sway my ways,
alter perceptions with you fake face.
I don't wanna be saved, no I don't wanna be saved.
It's always constant, on repeat, media feeding fucking frenzy.
They're only hungry for the ratings on screen,
stuffing impressions via TV.
It's not right, it's all fucked, above all we can never get unstuck.
Is this worse it's ever gunna become?
Shoot the facts or we'll collapse, come undone.
credits
from Red Francis,
released July 24, 2015
Produced and written by Red Francis. Backing vocals by Viv McConnell. Trumpet by Mike Jones.