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Terrorvision

Turning on your Terrorvision Channel 1,2,3 Only seeing what we're giving When you turn on me, that's destiny That when you turn me on, you burn in bed

helland you won't even know yourself terrorvision - it's apathydont't want your vision chained to meterrorvision - hear my pleait's our decision to be free terrorvision

Living out three seperate lives with nothing else to do besides, it's easy They'd wrote Bradford off the map and all that old commercial crap, it's easy

And we've all got sick with our cooler than thou Holier than shit attitudes Still the war goes on just drop the bomb There's nothing left to lose There

I went off to the doctors for the open plan surgery He said I just can't believe what's lying here in front of me It looks like what you couldn't drink

Spacy sunday friend of mine Is going to cut the red wire but there isn't time To cover your ears and protect your mind From spacy sunday friend of mine

Listening to the story of an angry old man He had the whole world in his pocket but He had a hole there in his hand Never had much trouble fitting into

Starts off early monday the beginning of the week With a belly full of serpents wriggling round making me feel sick Well I know I went out last night

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop. Bop ba doo wop. Bop ba doo. If all the people in the world camped out in your back garden Would you write and tell the king or