What's On
Sicko
It's a crystal clear defining point
When I'm out of here
And you're out of joint
And it's gotten way off track
So far it's never coming back
And no markers here to compensate
For the way the trail just dissipates
And I go to sleep
When you want to talk
If I don't compare I'll just sit and stare
When you strip everything away
And all you see is what's on
And what you see is what you get
Find it hard to believe
what you're sure is real
And can you describe the way you feel
Exactly at this time
Pin the tail, turn it on a dime
Do you love the strong and silent boys
Keep to themselves
Selfish with their toys
And although I know
That's not what you planned
What's so hard to understand
When you strip everything away
And all you see is what's on T.V.
