Faces that look familiar    They advertise their illness    On national T.V.    They speak of love       You tune it up and praise the little things    You wait for sales and you wish for nothing in between    So you're sitting by the phone, you're waiting fot the call    A casting to the show, a ticket to revolution       We won't let you down    Please don't give in    You'll wave a flag    You'll stick a pin       You'll meet the president    And with a little luck    Shake hands with God    So don't give up       All those familiar faces    Fear it ain't worth dying    If there's no one there to see    If there's no one to       You tune it up and praise the little screen    You hope it can fill all the holes in between    Like a decoy to the lies, in line to be surprised    You will be televised starring in the revolution       We won't let you down    Please don't give in    You'll wave a flag    You'll stick a pin       You'll meet the president    And with a little luck    Shake hands with God    So don't give up