They say my television is too small
It’s only19 iches wall to wall
But if I get a larger screen
I won’t watch porn, it makes me scream
I guess I’m nearly ready for the Fall
Seeing whips and gags and ropes
Was it wise we sold our souls?
Where is tenderness and care
Where the mystery de rigeur?
Imagination’s left with little scope.
I see the prices are now low
£200 for pick and go
The top brass hypnotize the mass
As I sit here feeling mad
I taught a few to think but it’s so slow
Well now the aerial will not work
A gale blew off the very top
The trees are frantic in the wind
Mankind commits its bitter sins
As God bleeds with the dying and rhe shocked