Flat Top

[Intro] |   |   |   |   | (4x) [Verse 1] Flat top intervention Bringing home the new invention See it there in pieces on the ground A television war between the cynics and the saints Flip the dial and that’s whose side you’re on A-sleeping on the White House lawn ain’t never changed a thing Just look at all the washed out Hippie dreams [Chorus] And it’s falling all around us Is this some kind of joke they’re trying to pull on us? Fallin’ all around us I’ll turn my head off for a while [Verse 2] The tabloid generation’s lost Choking on it’s fear Used to be that’s all we had to fear And conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked love to speak There’s knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street A visionary coward says that anger can be power As long as there’s a victim on TV [Chorus] And it’s falling all around us Is this some kind of joke they’re trying to pull on us? Fallin’ all around us I’ll turn my head off for a while [Verse 3]    And my dirty dreams all come alive on my TV screen And assasination plots show me what I haven’t got Show me what I love and who I’m supposed to be    Show me everything I need      Show it all to me       Show it all to me [Solo] |   |   |   |   | (4x) |  | |   |   | | |  |   |   | |  | |   |   | | |  |   |   | [Chorus] And it’s falling all around us Is this some kind of joke they’re trying to pull on us? Fallin’ all around us I’ll turn my head off for a whi-i-i-i-ile [Outro] |   |   |   |   | (6x)