Author: Mark Twain

Comix

Sunday Comics

Her brain’s been trained by a twenty-four inch remote
Sunday Comics a solution for all of our children
But her children don’t mean as much as the show, I mean
Watch her worship the screen and fiend

Comix

Sunday Comics

Always in focus, you can’t feel my stare.
I zoom into you but you don’t know I’m there.
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
The Sunday Comics have the pictures that can prove

Comix

Sunday Comics

Look in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the Sunday Comics up and building to the sky

Comix

Sunday Comics

Don’t think I fit in at this party
Everyone’s got so much to say
I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm
Who wants to fit in anyway?

‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah
All the bad things disappear