Comedians (The)
Surrounded
Pale white moon shines down on ColoradoHide my dirty secrets down here in the shadowsWhere the quaking Aspens tremble in the snowHaul me up the hillside, hold me high and let me goLet me fall right through my own roof like a meteoriteLet the world and all its wonders leave me to my toys tonightAnd my ninety-six inch television screenLet me die, let me die surrounded by machinesHigh winds knocked the power out last nightBut I've got my own supply here, all my windows blaze with lightAnd the light spills through the windows to the empty plain belowFinds nothing but some trees and six fresh feet of snowAnd I find a broadcast station that's signed off for the nightAnd the static floods the speakers in glorious black and whiteOn my ninety-six inch television screenLet me die, let me die surrounded by machines
From Letras Mania