Reaping fruits that someone else has sown
I've got to turn that damn thing down
There's a crying beholder
For which it stands
There ain't nothing there to be found
And I'm down on bending knees
The die's been cast and the deadline's past
An eye for one eye, pound for pound
I've got to turn that damn thing down
Over and over for much too long
It's playing that same old stupid song
But no one told her, why
In a one horse
I got my radio on
I've got to turn that damn thing down
Where no one ever comes around
I've got to turn that damn thing down
And a prime time appearance on a television show
I've got to turn that damn thing
I've got to turn that damn thing down
Turn that damn thing
You know, the sheep are ridden with disease
There's a man on desolation row
Just wrapped up in plastic
The remedy will never last
And to the republic, it's sick
I've got to turn that damn thing down
The tumor's spreading oh, so fast
Conveniently elastic lies
Blown up yet minimal, built up by criminal hands
Carefully locked door town
I've got to turn that damn thing down
Turn that damn thing
