TV Songtext
von Polemic

When I looked through the window
I saw things I could not believe
People running over each other
No one cares about the other
Everyone′s got a machine gun

I changed my mind
Oh I could not watch this
I changed my mind and I changed the channel
And I changed the channel on my TV

Hot sun, a desert caravan
Grey camels move across yellow sand with a few ghosts
Bedouins dressed in white, dressed in black
Red stains not happy, they're like very tired
They′re driven out of their home
And starving, begging for salvation
Looking to the motionless heavens
But there's just a roaring bomber bringing more of the same


I changed my mind
Oh I couldn't watch this
I changed my mind and I changed the channel
And I changed the channel on my TV

Standing at my window
Looking out at the little kids
Playing with their dogs
Playing with their friends
Together, friendly and happy
Tell me Mr. World is it necessary
To teach our children (to teach our children)
To fight, to hate, carry a gun
And to show them how to KILL

I took the remote control
Pushed down, I pushed the red trigger
And I turned off the devil
The devil called the TV
Called TV
TV