I'm living on a land-minemy body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelidsand my skin, a sickly greyand if 
I waited by the 'phone line
I'd wait a couple of days so 
I'm here lyingon my bed, until 
I fadeI flick the channels one to one, 
I flick them through againand all the time 
I'm dreaming better days
CHORUS:and now 
I see no sun, 
I see no life behind my one-track mindhere 
I need no fun, 
I need no time to find a new designmove along 
I'm working on my 3-
D TV tansoftso 
KO - I need another showsoftso 
KO - it's just a part of the plansoftso 
KO - there's only me and my 
TV Tansome day maybe 
I'll call you
I'll see whenever 
I'm free.. maybe 
Tuesday, when there's nothing on 
TV20 Regal and a 4-pack
I guess I'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white
I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the 
TV guidethe bible for the pig who stays inside
CHORUSthinning, 
I'm thinning and insanely grinningand fools peeringout of my 
TV try hard to be funnyunfortunate for methey start to entertain ye
I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignitesand 
I'm here waiting, here for nothing...
CHORUS