C'Mon

I watch my t.v. screen, life flashing before me. So tell me what does that mean? And why does it bore me? Come on, let me show you how to do it. I hear the radio and the songs they play, makin' my stomach turn. I just want to hear some Rock 'N' Roll, I watch my radio burn. Come on, let me show you how to do it. Come on, let me show you how to do it. I see the plastic people, leading plastic lives. Substitute child, disposable wife. Follow your t.v., it is your guide. The family cries when the t.v. dies. Come on, let me show you how to do it. Come on, let me show you how to do it. --- C'mon - Screaming Jets