Jay Ducharme - The World Turns On Lyrics

Staring at my TV screen
That entertains with violent scenes
It's not enough the world's at war
I gotta watch a little more
My TV looks like ancient Rome
A coliseum in my home
Each day phony preachers sell
Apocalypse and burning hell
If God was guiding what they said
Well then how come we're not dead
And the world turns on
The TV tells me what to buy
To give me that consumer high
I need a car I can't afford
To pick me up when I get bored
I need a gum that's sugar-free
To help my masculinity
Crack and smack and ecstasy
Supposed to be so bad for me
Keep it clean with nicotine
And codeine and caffeine
And the world turns on
Sexy ladies lounging by the bay
I turn on to their lacy lingerie
The news says sex transmits disease
Well there go my fantasies
Forget about reality
Hide inside your color TV
It's easy to avoid disaster
Simply change the channel faster
Who needs brains when we got style
Who needs brains to turn a dial
Everybody's watching their TV screens
Everybody knows everything's fine
Killing sprees are prime time scenes
And making love's a crime
And the world turns on

Staring at my TV screen
That entertains with violent scenes
It's not enough the world's at war
I gotta watch a little more
My TV looks like ancient Rome
A coliseum in my home
Each day phony preachers sell
Apocalypse and burning hell
If God was guiding what they said
Well then how come we're not dead
And the world turns on
The TV tells me what to buy
To give me that consumer high
I need a car I can't afford
To pick me up when I get bored
I need a gum that's sugar-free
To help my masculinity
Crack and smack and ecstasy
Supposed to be so bad for me
Keep it clean with nicotine
And codeine and caffeine
And the world turns on
Sexy ladies lounging by the bay
I turn on to their lacy lingerie
The news says sex transmits disease
Well there go my fantasies
Forget about reality
Hide inside your color TV
It's easy to avoid disaster
Simply change the channel faster
Who needs brains when we got style
Who needs brains to turn a dial
Everybody's watching their TV screens
Everybody knows everything's fine
Killing sprees are prime time scenes
And making love's a crime
And the world turns on