Boy Genius - Run

Late into the night you're watching TV all alone
Nodding off again-it's only on Arsenio
Fall into a dream where Letterman is chasing you
Your legs are made of lead. You can't get up and
Run. From the TV Nightmare
Run. From the TV Nightmare
Run. From the TV Nightmare, Run
Wake up on the couch, vinyl sticking to your head
TV gone insane, Johnny Carson's there with Ed
Both of them have knives and they want to poke you full of holes
Your legs are made of lead, you can't get up and
Run. From the TV Nightmare
Run. From the TV Nightmare
Run. From the TV Nightmare, Run
No TV Guide. No remote, No comfy chair. Nothing to save you
No bag of chips, with salsa dip. No commercial break. Nothing to wake you
No TV Guide. No remote, No comfy chair. Nothing to save you
No bag of chips, with salsa dip. No commercial break. Nothing to wake you
Wake up in the morning. Channel six is Donahue
Cannibals in catering are so boring that you snooze
You try to get up, but Oprah Winfrey's on your face
Your legs are made of lead. You can't get up and
Run. From the TV Nightmare
Run. From the TV Nightmare
Run. From the TV Nightmare, Run

Written by:
David Ketchpel

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