He looks like a cardboard box ToT Lyrics: (Instrumental) Four by three, it’s the Lord of Screens, He’s waiting for the click of his stand Straightening antennas here without a plan Like and subscribe, baby Wish that bothered the Lord of Screens, Could I put on the empty smile? Inside my case of plastic and wires So he lived the Lord of Screens, Lord of Screens Cord out back, drinks in hand So he plays, to let the whole world watch His own style Signal high, in the sky Music channel flashing by Ain’t it nice? The life you’re waiting for… T-V
(instrumental break) Four by three, it’s the TV Man Still waiting for the touch of his hand Arms chopped off, static, still without a plan With the daily drama LAUGHS that powered the TV Man Would never cower off of his fight Even if aging, I am more than light So he lived the TV MAN, TV MAN Cord out back, drinks in hand, So he plays, to let the whole world watch His own style Signal high, in the sky Music channel flashing by Ain’t it nice, the life you’re waiting for… T-V
