High tech media coming at you
Beaming live from the skies with the latest news
It comes from the people who know you best
'Cause they're fishing for you habits and you're in their net
And they're selling you the lifestyle selling you the lie
That you'll miss the boat if you don't buy
You bought the video kiddy- o but now you're hooked
And they're flogging you the t- shirt flogging you the book

TV wannabes queuing the door
To be a face on a screen on a box on the floor
Twinkle twinkle little stars in their eyes
If I get myself on telly I'll be made for life
Could I be an Oprah? Could I be a Kate
Winslett or Moss? Have I got what it takes
To make a go of it, show of it? Get up there and crow a bit
Flash a little flesh and it'll up the stakes

Coro- neighbours Eastside, giving us an insight
'Real life'? What shite! And there's more
Talk shows, game show's, make yourself a name shows
Each day's viewing a revolving door
Now we're going digital
You can cut the crap, you can ditch it all
Make a choice to choose, and you can choose the views
That you want to hear and that you want to loose

Internet excess, kids are in a right mess
Square- eyed, tongue- tied, hooked online
Watch that posture, and it's gonna cost ya
But it's easier than giving them your quality time
Now I'm free to be who I want to be
So I park my arse and I watch TV
While the surf on through porn dot com
I settle down to the news 'cause there's not much else on

Right wing backlash, send the gyppos back, trash
Media feeding a media storm
Milked dry headlines eating up the air time
Rich girl cops it and a nation mourns
Terrorists, paedophiles, life is like the X- Files
Gangs, drugs, killer bugs, scary stuff
Losing all perspective, getting too protective
Some journo's got his hooks in and he's hypes it up

Hunger, poverty, it doesn't mean a lot to me
I've seen it all a million times or more
They only want my cheque book, don't give them a second look
Turn my back and carry on as before
So it's bye bye bye 'til the funds run dry
Wipe clean widescreen DVD
I'll spend a bomb on a CD- ROM
But I wouldn't spare the price of a nice cup of tea

The height of human aspiration
A unified and happy nation
Under one great Sky, one great guy
The lord and master of the digital creation
So click right here, have no fear
Our dreams, our hopes are so so near
Just a screen away, sign up today
It's tomorrow's world, it's the only way

There's a top rate show on the window pane this evening
As the April rain runs rivers down the glass
It beats sweet hypnotic rhythms on the canvass
And the cuckoo sings and the fresh young Spring leaves dance