T.V. Song - Nana Grizol

Since the day I let you in

Feeling so cosmopolitan

Don’t you know I tried so hard to make a home for you

Oh but my cupboard’s mostly empty

And you always get upset

And now I’m working nights for nickels

Just to feed my favorite pit

I know it’s easy to remind me of the things I haven’t got

I’d be better if you left me here to rot

You say that it’s a choice to make a message with my voice

But I’m on eggshells when I walk around the living room

Cause at the end of the day my nightly news is inundated with your views

I start to think there isn’t nothing I can do

Cause you move mountains with your anger

You swell oceans when you’re sad

And you start wars with your rejoicing

And you treated me so bad

There is a conflict here of interest

The interest isn’t mine

I start to think about leaving you behind

Some definitions of our difference, once invented long maintained

Now someone’s dying on a dance floor, you can say that we’re the same but it’s

a lie

War machines and power dreams and racist, homophobic schemes can’t orient

themselves to give the people what they need

The ones who live to lead our fights

The ones who died to gain our rights

The ones collected on your cutting floor shout

«Who turned out the lights?»

I know I tried