Letras:
Channel 3 Other

fly away And so we cry, misunderstood! Our souls alive, red burning youth But colors fade, and we might pale And crash down in three piece suits I asked a kid the other

time they hit fourth grade They got the Discovery Channel don't they? "We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals who cut other people

the time they hit fourth grade They got the Discovery Channel don't they? "We ain't nothing but mammals" Well, some of us cannibals Who cut other people

wicked at? channel 2, 4 and 7, they be kickin that news!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D news!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video

but help ain't nowhere to be found, So what can I do? Pursue other avenues to get revenues, Tryin' not to be the next boy on the Channel 3 ten o' clock

and just stab my heart like, ouch Six thirty in the morning, I've arrived early from tour Step into the house, I'm walking up the stairs 1 step, 2 step, 3

as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano Changed the mood like we changed the channel

watches his TV Scanning channels endlessly Stops at station fourty four It's the wicked clown show Watch me juggle, watch me dance In 3D watch me enhance

waste, my face paste wid ah frown A madman, only weeeeed can calm me down No love for scrubs, cause scrubs ain't never did shit for me No love for the other