(music: Russell, Kendall, Lardie, Spitz / lyrics: Russell)

Freak shows, talk shows, living off our misery;
dozens of psychics, celebrity sidekicks,
tellin' us all just what we need to know

Guess it's a sign of the times
guess it's the way of the day;
nothing but vertical lines, empty minds

Yeah, we hear ya talkin',
but we don't know what it means;
you just keep on talkin'
as we live our lives in chains

Hey, there, Miss Oprah, what's doin' today?
Just smilin' at me on TV Why go anywhere?
We can shop from a chair, in this remote society

I seen it comin' around; will I be here for the day,
Can we survive underground? Goin' down

We're living in chains,
while you're eatin' at our brains;
we live our lives in chains

Comin' on the air, gonna knock ya in your chair,
boy, wait'll you hear the news:
Got a woman comin' on who can really get it on,
gonna show you what she can do;
Got a family in a fight, gonna help 'em get it right,
gonna straighten out their miserable lives
We got it all here on the show,
and we want you all to know:
If ya miss this one, you're gonna die
Turn me on!

Yeah, we hear you talkin, but we don't care what it means,
just love to hear you talkin' as we live our lives in chains

We're livin' in chains, I just don't understand,
why we live our lives in chains
Shackled to the air, as we live our lives in chains