it's hard to see the light
when the fridge door is closed
and find out that god is a small sausage roll
i fall and i crawl and i break
and i'ma dreaming of avril lavigne
and i'm on my knees again
and adverts don't tell me what i need
don't read directly into the sun
and the skybox is rotting your brain
they maintain your integrity for you
nothing more that you can do
sometimes i find i don't mind though my mind is naturally mananah
turn off the tv so i read a book about television
my hat and try to leave the house
but it's all too much 'cause the grass is too green
so i run back inside and i turn on the screen
and adverts don't tell me what i need
and adverts don't tell me what i need
and adverts don't tell me what i need