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The kind of person I want to be
Was crystallised in 1993
When 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've taught me better than that
See the endless possibilities
Get lost in the swimsuits
A shoreline filled with vacuous words
Repeated on every channel I turn
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 implacable 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 evenings watching TV
Baywatch should've taught me better than that
See the endless possibilities
Dissolve 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've taught 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?

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