I admit it I'm a jerk and I'm taking all the blame. I'll take it like a man, I'll run into the flames. I ask, I plead, I beg, I need. . Don't let me die of broken heart's disease.
I'm breaking through computer screens. And running in your living room, a via-tele-digi wretch like me. Chasing all my dreams into a cable. Where they beam them out into a billion homes across the sea.