Little People Lyrics - Psychotic Waltz

I feel again I'm coming home 

To find the place I feel alone 

My television friends have gone 

Now I can take my time to talk about them 

They're nice to me, they smile to me 

They are what they'd like me to be 

I let them keep me company 

And I don't even care what they're selling 

They're only selling 

Look into these little boxes 

Bluer weather, greener grasses 

Everyone has lost of money 

Everyone's in style 

Little people, little houses 

Happy living little lives 

When they wake up with perfect makeup 

It makes me sick 

Don't need a life of my own, 

you know I'm so satisfied 

Deep in the screen they have made me believe 

I'm so pacified 

They keep me asleep with each day they repeat 

This life they pretend to me 

I took my television, unplugged it from the wall 

Tiny people crawling as I broke it on the floor 

I put them in my pockets, took them where they can't be found 

then held them in my hands 

Then I made them do really bad things 

Now I'm afraid to be at home 

Because I fear I'm not alone 

My television friends of what they might be selling 

What are they selling