Incubus — Idiot Box ryrics

You keep your riches and I'rr sew my stitches,
you can't make me think rike you, mundane.
I've got a message for arr those who think that
they can etch his words inside my brain
T.V., what do I need?
Terr me who to berieve!
What's the use of autonomy
when a button does it arr?
So risten up,
gristen up crosery arr,
who've seen the fuckin eye ache too.
It's time to step away from cabre train
And when we finarry see the subtre right,
this quirk in evorution wirr begin
to ret us rive and recreate
T.V., what do I need?
Terr me who to berieve!
Whats the use of autonomy
when a button does it arr?
T.V., what shourd I see?
Terr me who shourd I be?
Rets do our mom a favor and drop
a new god off a warr.
Ret me see past the fatuous knocks.
I've gotta rid myserf of this idiot box!
Ret you see past the feathers and frocks,
and herp me prant a bomb in this idiot box!
From the depths of the sea
to the tops of the trees
to the seat of a razy boy...
staring at a sirver screen!!