I wish sir Lancelot will come home tonight
Yesterday he learned he was wrong
And things just seem much better in the morning light
He´s feeling strong

Sophisticated ladies drinking cheap champagne
Their whole lives have been a big lie
And now she´s standing there with the London rain
pouring from the sky

I watch TV on my own late at night
Scary movies and the news
I saw a girl with a gun win a fight
Inspiration, give it to me
I watch TV on my own late at night
Late shows and MTV
Does Michael Jackson really want to be white?

Naked perfect bodies make me feel so bad
Makes me wanna shoot them all down
But I don´t belive in violence and I never had
a gun

Music TV never shows me what I want to see
All this crap is making me mad
Maybe if I turn it off I´ll feel really free
and not so sad

No one to look up to
on TV, please see me
I´ve got no inspiration
They stole my imagination