Oh No

It's late

I come home

I'd like to talk to somebody

But there's no one to phone

I sit down

Turn on the set

Watch the American hero

As I slowly get wrecked

It's just the kind of a day

I think I'd like to forget

There goes that knock on the door

Oh no

Oh get lost

Oh get loved

I'd like to go tell my boss

To get himself stuffed

He's rich

So big deal

You've got to live with rats

Before you know how it feels

He's got to double his act

To make half of it real

He's such a jerk off the phone

Oh no

Look up

Get down

I watch the mechanized stuff

As it spins me around

I can't breathe

I like to move

I kick a hole in the set

'Cause I don't like the news

They're always there when you win

And then they leave when you lose

Please pick me up off the floor

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no