S. Hurley Competition, ma** transition, the strong survive An handshake then, smiling men, it's all lies They make it look so easy, but it takes some sk** To act as if you're losing when you make a k** I see the world through the tv tubes Between the lines in the evening news Someone tells me that it's not true Noone knows what I'm going through You wouldn't believe me if I told you I get this way when I watch the tube It's just a summertime evening and I can't look up The sun's leaving And I'm in a rut I wish I was in a world where I could Do what I want to do Relocating, forget world trading, look at your home Money pit stops, off to the shop I'm left alone So confusing, channel choosing, payment to keep All my wheeling for this feeling of security ' In front of tv sit and stare My wife is threatening to sell this care I get this way when I sit and stew and you might ask why I complain And I'd tell you what's bugging me With the malls and the videos, the shops and the clothes Just around the corner Everything's too easy Sunday evening and my lawn isn't mowed I can't even keep suburban code You used to have to work to get through