All the spells being cast
By the 10 o'clock news
Murdock's got his time slots
For his wizards in suits
And the byline says
'Honey, its no use'
Drink your ambrosia
As they told yah
The byline says
'I'm safe and I'm warm'
Follow me
I'll get you there or no where
Cause its on you
What we do
There's no messiah waiting in the wings
To come on down
They sell his stock
To a willing flock
Downtown
The chance of a life spent waiting for
A better day to come
All your dreams
Packed in screens
Sent down the line
My courtesan
I love you so
And the days we spent
Under the sun
I was alive and free
In a way that I'll never be
Again