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The Babylonauts Lyrics - Singles - Serra Eric

It's crazy what we can do with satellite technology 

We can now home order a lobotomy from another country 

Last but not least we have the key to this old mystery 

If extra-terrestrials are green, it's... jealousy 

Zappin' on satellite TV 

All night long 

Nihility hypnotizing me 

Zappin' on satellite TV 

All night long 

The paradise of parasites, to me 

So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age 

Silicone women, built-in-baby-bottles, how odd... 

So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age 

Anatomic bombs, bottom models high heel shod 

Channel five, you suddenly materialise 

Naked in a liquid crystal bath 

Deep inside a fantasy game 

Far beyond vice, hmm... right at the edge of shame 

An afflux of bilirubin exceeding everything 

The remote controller falls down right under my bed 

Donald Duck soft-landing on the moon appears on the screen 

The Disney channel logo now in a corner displayed 

Zappin' on satellite TV 

All night long 

Nihility hypnotizing me 

Zappin' on a satellite TV 

All night long 

The paradise of parasites, to me 

So many babylonauts livin' in a money age 

One man's sorrow is another viewer's joy, how odd... 

So many babylonauts livin' in a money age 

Not any scruples if a dollar, God superseded by gold 

Channel six his Holiness still alive and direct 

Mumbles his latest brand new poppycock 

Watch out for the judgement day 

And in the meantime carry on starving, St. Big Money hears you pray 

An afflux of adrenalin blows out all my inner gates 

The remote controller in my hand... disintegrates 

Switches to commercials 

Now I'm a zero if I don't have this ultimate love-letter typewriter 

Zappin' on satellite TV 

All night long 

Nihility hypnotizing me 

Zappin' on a satellite TV 

All night long 

The paradise of parasites, to me 

So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age 

Silicone women, built-in-baby-bottles, how odd... 

So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age 

Anatomic bombs, bottom models high heel shod