Cruel, bagged then snagged is how I want things done
I want the best in my life and I will please anyone
I'm strapped into this chair, watching TV that's aired
Lived across the globe
I smell
Throw your attention over here, I've got nothing to say
It won't change your life but that's cool these days
And now an ad is on
The show has gone from the box in front of me
My eyes are burning, radiation from the microwave that's on
It's cooking my meal, it's a TV dinner, and I think it's fake veal
You can't burn it in a microwave and if I did, hey
I would order out anyway
You can't burn it in the microwave and if I did

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You've been created in an image of love
You've been created in an image of God

Too complex, I go to rest, I can't seem to get things done
I'm a woman with a mouth and I'm prepared to switch it on
I've just come back from all this walking cause I'm losing weight
Was talking with a friend of Sharon's mum
Fat was out, I looked dumb
I saw myself in the mirror, and I guess I'm getting thinner
I've been taking all the pills, I guess I better eat some meals
But what's the point?
Will I see clearer or will I be bigger?

Chorus

I go to church every Sunday, but when it comes Monday
I'm back at work where I scream and curse
I talk real dirty to people, make them think I am real cool
My life's so simply complex
I leave, small groups are on
But what is that, as I slam down the phone

Chorus