Infomersion

All I receive on my television
Infomercials about Jesus risen
I can straighten my hair with a new inventions
I was even gonna order, but my pen was in the kitchen

On the vinyl couch in my final hell
Old breakfast burrito ain’t sittin’ too well
Me and my guitar got some lies to tell
So won’t you listen to me
Hey won’t you listen to me
Won’t you listen to me
Baby won’t you listen to me

I could get a job or I could play Nintendo
I could go out for a run or I could roll the indo
No matter what I do, it seems I'm never gonna win though,
Plus my take-out's ready at the bullet-proof window.

On the vinyl couch in my final hell
Oh the old planet ain’t doin' too well
My and my guitar got some lies to tell
So won’t you listen to me
You should just listen to me
You should listen to me
Baby won’t you listen to me.

I don’t think I really have that much important thing to say
But nonetheless, I think I’ll get on stage and say it anyway

Won’t you listen to me
Hey, baby listen to me
You should just listen to me
Hey how about you listen to me