Little People - Psychotic Waltz

I feel again i’m coming home

To find the peace i feel alone

My television friends have gone

Now i can take my time to talk about them

They’re nice to me, they smile to me

They are what they’d like me to be

I let them keep my company

And i don’t even care what they’re selling

They’re only selling

Look into these little boxes

Bluer weather, greener grass

Everyone has lots of money

Everyone’s in style

Little people, little houses

Happy living little lives

When they wake up with perfect makeup

It makes me sick

Don’t need a life of my own, you know i’m so satisfied

Deep in the screen they have made me believe

I’m so pacified

They keep me asleep with each day they repeat

This life they pretend to me

I took my television, unplugged it from the wall

Tiny people crawling as i broke it on the floor

I put them in my pockets, took them where they can’t be found

Then i held them in my hands

Then i made them do really bad things

Now i’m afraid to be at home

Because i fear i’m not alone

My television friends have grown

Now i’m afraid of what they might be selling

What are they selling