Incubus

Letra de Talk Shows On Mute

Letras de Incubus

"Talk Shows On Mute"

Take a bow, the gun powder,
 Wash 'em out with buzzing lights,
 Pay an audience to care,
 'Impress me' personality.
 
 Still and transfixed,
 The electric sheep are dreaming of your face.
 Enjoy you from the chemical,
 Comfort of America.
 
 Come one, come all
 Into nineteen-eighty-four
 Yeah, three, two, one
 Lights, Camera, Transaction
 
 Quick, your time is almost up.
 Make all forget that they're the moth,
 Edging in towards the flame,
 Burn into obscurity.
 
 Still and transfixed,
 The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate.
 And judge you from the card castle,
 Comfort of America.
 
 Come one, come all
 Into nineteen-eighty-four
 Yeah, three, two, one
 Lights, Camera... yeah.
 
 Come one, come all
 Into nineteen-eighty-four
 Yeah, three, two one
 Lights, Camera, Transaction
 
 Lights, Camera, Transaction
 
 Come one, come all
 Into nineteen-eighty-four
 Yeah, three, two, one
 Lights, Camera, Transaction
 
 Your foundation is canyoning,
 Fault lines should be worn with pride.
 I hate to say so much more.
 You're so much more
 Endearing with the sound turned off.