There are paint smears on everything I own
The vapor rub is lying on a table of filth
Christmas cards to which I never reply
My eyeballs absorb only blue filtered light
TV casualty, TV casualty
We're all right
TV casualty, TV casualty
I wish they'd put Prince Namor on the tube
Hold on I think I have to puke
There's a spot in the corner where I always go
I like to feed the flies that I know
But please don't feed my television screen
TV casualty, TV casualty
We're all right
TV casualty, TV casualty
Babies in prison, they call it a womb
Nine month sentence, no parole
Slivers of steel stuck in your lungs
Breathe deep we need a donor for blood
Jaguars at the cemetery
Cadillacs grazing at your grave
Zeniths grazing at your grave
Sonys grazing at your grave
TV casualty, TV casualty
We're all right