Every generation's just another younger mother.
It's on the TV, in the music, in the way we dress.
Is it really what we want? It's time to confess.
Because the only thing that sells anymore is sex.
When the shock factor's gone
What will they use next?
When kids start using words that make you blush,
Or when the prom queen is pregnant, and childhood is rushed,
Maybe when it's your kid who didn't use protection,
"But mom, it's ok, they made it on television."
What will it take
To make you see
That the reality that sells
Is on reality TV?
No one's entertained by the Honor Roll,
Working 9-5, or moral birth control.
It's when people mess up, or someone gets screwed,
But we're the entertainers, we're the ones who choose.
They can't Top the Charts, or Rock the Box Office
If the material they're selling doesn't entertain us.
Want the world to slow down? Then stop giving checks
To billion dollar companies who keep selling us sex.
July 23, 2010
