Text: The Echoing Green. Anthem.

Radio, video always the same
Big shots putting more noise in my brain
It's not real, you're just a TV face in a TV place

You're so proper with your suit and tie
If God looked you right in the eye, would you follow
Or just turn your face fall from grace?

Your commercial's universal
Deceit broadcast worldwide

You can't make me comfortable
Your conscience is a carnival
Well, I've got something that you can't buy

I hear you say that you feel for me
With your false sense of empathy I don't swallow
You make the world a wreck when you cash your check

Your clothes are expensive but your words are cheap
I can see that you're falling asleep at the wheel
It's gonna be a short ride with the lies you drive

You can't make me comfortable
Your conscience is a carnival
Well I've got something that you can't buy

And I don't want my MTV
Or the coffin that you've cut for me
I've found my answers up in the sky

Come tomorrow, stay or follow
Will you undermine or understand?

You can't make me comfortable
Your conscience is a carnival
Well I've got something that you can't buy

And I don't want my MTV
Or the coffin that you've cut for me
I've found my answers up in the sky