My TV is staring at me, it says go to sleep, go to sleep

Turns me into a Siamese twin, where do I start the TV screen begins

Plugs me into some holy geek, his point in life is incomplete

My TV's telling me that only money will make me happy

Hold the course and then sail

Hold the course and then sail

Across the satellite beams, across the oceans or seas, to the lighthouse I can be

I see some soldiers with guns and they are killing for fun

they are killing to entertain me

Caught between that world and this

I'd sell my soul for a Bond girl's kiss

Caught between that world and this

I'd sell my soul for a state of bliss

My TV's telling me that all our money goes into the military

Hold the course and then sail

Hold the course and then sail

Across the satellite beams, across the oceans or seas, to the lighthouse I can be

I see some soldiers with guns and they are killing for fun

they were dying to entertain me

And then I heard your name, as the spaceman came, he came right through my screen

And then his lifeline broke, he began to choke, jump cut to another scene

I lost a friend to the sea

I lost a friend to the sea

I lost a friend to the sea

I lost a friend to the sea