Written by: (M. Tracy, S. Ticotin)
Produced, recorded, engineered by Sahaj Ticotin - Woodland Hills, CA
Lyrics
I want to take to the bottle
When I turn on the damn TV
Gun shots, won't stop
Watching WWIII in HD
Plane crash, mad dash, for the cash
Keep the people intrigued
With your two cents
You just spent on nonsense
Do you even see me?
It seems to me like it's all one grand design
Gonna close my eyes
I hear its bliss to be blind
CHORUS
Sweet Smile on my TV screen
What have you done to me?
Sweet Smile on my TV screen
Is this reality?
You say the sky is falling everywhere
I feel fine but I guess I'm scared
Sweet Smile on my TV screen
Whom I supposed to be?
Fake news, how to choose
Makes the truth more wrong than right
Talking heads on a 24 Hr. satellite
Being told how to live by a rich celebrity
Big star, big car, being stalked by the folks at TMZ
It seems to me like it's all one grand design
Gonna close my eyes
I hear it's bliss to be blind
CHORUS
BRIDGE/BREAKDOWN
The bulls are running
And the bombs are coming
Movie stars talking
Don't give a damn
But headlines sell
All the secrets we tell
Maybe I should be the president
Ooh ooh aah aah
All the breaking news no I just can't take it
Ooh ooh aah aah
Gonna turn it off go out and live