Brick Venereal Disease

Just got home from the office
Knife in the neck you wouldn't believe
My only hope now to drop into a chair
Change gear and no more despair

No need to think
Take me to the brink
Automatic control in hand
Safety in TV land

Lonliness epidemic disease
Alienation to society
Little reprieve
Except the self
Try free thinking
Take you mind off the shelf

No more despair
In the safety of my chair
Into reverse gear
Relinquish my ear
Cold beer from the fridge
Chase life from the rear
To climb can be just sheer
I only want to hear

Some relief in belief
Direct line to the big chief
My man made media mogul and magnate
The final statement

Lonely as hell
In the western first world
Just oil for the wheel
Can't see what's real