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 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