AUTHOR'S NOTE:
"A Cure For Stupidity" is a collection of songs written by me for the currently nameless band that I belong to. Some of my songs contain "bad" language (but not THAT bad ...), and I also have this thing against Martha Stewart, war, and all things sane. So I'm terribly sorry if anyone is offended in anyway by my lyrics. I appreciate any CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM and GOOD REVIEWS that I might receive.

Thank you all!

Lunchelle Kay


Summary for "Channel Surfing": Basically, it's how I feel about television. I just can't seem to pullmyself away .....

Lyrics and (sound effects) for….
"CHANNEL SURFING"

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(Commercial: KidzBop 7! Full of songs your kids will LOVE! Just call 1-800—)
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(Narrator: Up next on Jerry Springer: Two housewives … married to the same man?! Stay tu—)
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(Cartoon: I like shampoooooooooooooooo! Hey, Mandy—)
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(TV news anchor: Statistics show that children who have access to a computer learn more than those who have access to television—)

Dammit, TV!
You're a disgrace to our society!
A fatal drug for the otherwise useless teenage mind
How I wish I could leave this addiction behind
But you suck me in and I'm drowning
In your false reality and soaps
My brain cells are rotting
My imagination is dying
And I've given up all hopes

(Woman in sitcom: You still gonna eat that?)
(Audience laughs)

I'm channel surfing again
Trying to lessen the pain in my head
I search two hundred channels
Twice
Still nothing to watch
I feel brain-dead
But I guess that's the way you're supposed to feel
When you're trapped in a reality that isn't even real

Dammit, TV!
Why do you do this to me?
I'm sick of staring at your flashy, glowing screen
Every conversation I have feels like a sitcom scene
Your hold on me won't loosen
It's almost like I'm in love
My brain cells are rotting
My imagination is dying
God knows you're not from above

(Game show announcer guy: Stacey Collins, come on down!)
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(Bad Cop: Now, you tell me who gave you the drugs, Johnny. And nobody gets hurt.)

I'm channel surfing again
Trying to lessen the pain in my head
I search two hundred channels
Twice
I feel brain-dead
But I guess that's the way you're supposed to feel
When you're trapped in a reality that isn't even real

Dammit, TV!
I hate you!
I HATE YOU!

(Audience clapping)
(Comedian: Thank you very much. You know, I've always been a huge fan of—)
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