The J. Arthur Keenes Band - Channel Two текст песни

On your own now, maybe
Closet filled with hanging ladies
But they’re all too slow
On your own now, baby
Transported somewhere else lately
Someplace where the earthquakes glow
But you don’t own me
My television does
And it’s not governed by your laws
On Channel Two
Do, do do do do do, do, do, do, do
To the bone now, baby
Don’t hold back and act all shaky
It won’t help you now
But hold the phone now, baby
I thought life wasn’t worth evading
It just comes back to hunt you down
But you don’t own me
My television does
And it’s not governed by your laws
On Channel Two
Do, do do do do do, do, do, do, do