Baywatch

The kind of person I wanna be Is crystallised in 1993 Staring at a oblong screen The world got bleaker Transfixed upon a culture of men How easy now for me to pretend That I was not infected at all It runs much deeper Saturday evening watching TV Baywatch should do me better than that See the endless possibilities Get lost in the swimsuits A shoreline filled with vacuous words Repetead on every channel I turned Get underneath the waves, until you feel nothing What kind of message is that to send out I fear that this is happening again Our children become women and men They tap at an impeccable screen Their will gets weaker A life in which you have to pretend I hope they break before they can bend The tireless self-erosion goes on And on, and on, and on Saturday evening watching TV Baywatch should do me better than that See the endless possibilities Dissolved in the swimsuits Then after that the channels I turn More dubious lessons for me to learn I'm underneath the waves and I feel nothing What kind of message is that to send out? Underneath the waves until you feel nothing What kind of message is that to send out? Covered by the waves until you feel nothing Get sicker Self-loathing in the bathroom mirror Real people, no fear Same message Can it get much clearer? Saturday evening watching TV Baywatch should do me better than that I see the endless possibilities Dissolve in the swimsuits There are no longer channels to turn There are no longer lessons to learn Underneath the waves until you feel nothing What kind of message is that to send out? Underneath the waves until you feel nothing Underneath the waves until you feel nothing What kind of message is that to send out?