Text: New Found Glory. No News Is Good News.

All along, we follow blindly
Force fed prime time, previewed nightly
Why would anybody leave the safety of their homes?

I wonder why, I wonder why
Only disasters flood the headlines, other people?s misery
Are on for the next three hours, commercial free

And I can?t take much more of this
Were all so wrapped up, in it
Nothing will change, but the channel
So I turn it off

I see billboards on the horizon
I can?t imagine what they?ll tell me
What to wear? What to drink? Where to eat?

It?s so easy not to think for yourself anymore
So naive
You don?t do anything anymore

And I can?t take much more of this
Were all so wrapped up, in it
Nothing will change, but the channel
And no

I can?t take much more of this
We?re all so wrapped up, in it
Nothing will change, but the channel

We all give in, we all complain
We sit and wait, for things to change
We're waiting, we're waiting

All along, we follow blindly
All along, we follow blindly

And I can?t take much more of this
Were all so wrapped up, in it
Nothing will change, but the channel
And no

I can?t take much more of this
Were all so wrapped up, in it
Nothing will change, but the channel
So I turn it off, turn it off