A broken down T.V. set ,
and a cable that won't work,
and i am a jerk,
with an northstar gun,
well you and I could have fun,
just the two of us can play,
another day late its been vinyl,
from tip to top and,
just waiting for something to happen,
a case in learning,
from the shores of a color jet.
well you haven't seen anything yet.
no, you haven't seen ...
thats not life.
can't you feel it,
slowly draining out of you.
draining the seconds away.
day by day..
can't anyone say.
tech has gone way to far.
and realize that we're locked in a jar.
without an outside world.
well, what is life?
if its not,
cybercom communication jet.
well wait,
I haven't got my facts yet,
and a, well,
the telephone it just went out.
and so i'm all alone .
my pagers gone.
and.. theres no batteries.
theres no mows to lawn..
theres no mows to lawn...
well we're nothing without it.
a keyboard, an alarm clock, and crackerjack box.
maybe a trumpet or distortion pedal thats orange not white.
so get up from your desk and join the rest.
eletrically tape 4 inches from you and dark.

Lyrics submitted by deathcabfan__

Comm. Jet (creepy kid remix) song meanings
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