Flat top intervention 
Bringing home the new invention 
See it there in pieces on the ground 
A television war between the cynics and the saints 
Flip the dial and that's whose side you're on 
Sleeping on the White House lawn ain't never changed a thing 
Look at all the washed out hippie dreams 

And it's fallin' all around us 
Is this some kinda joke they're trying to pull on us 
Fallin' all around us 
I turned my head off for a while 

The tabloid generation's lost 
Choking on it's fear 
Used to be that's all we had to fear 
Conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked loves to speak 
His knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street. 
A visionary coward says that anger can be power 
As long as there's a victim on TV 

And my dirty dreams all come alive on my TV screen 
And assassination plots 
Show me what I haven't got 
Show me what I love, who I'm supposed to be 
Show me everything I need 
Show it all to me 
Show it all to me