Things get hectic quick. From the satellite dish to your joy stick. It's the night of the living cable box. Wires coming up from around the block. Remote control to change the station. But that won't change your situation. Have you seen what I mean. I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams. So I say this rhyme built by design. To take you beyond space and time. Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal. The man pushing buttons on remote control. Until your back's up against the wall. You never know yourself that much at all. So you've got to share your love with a friend. That's all that you've got left in the end. Living in this city of pure confusion. People mislead by their own illusion. All this action no satisfaction. We're all linked together like a chain reaction. Play or fold love is bold. What is the future that will unfold?. Some like it hot others like it cold. But we all want to hold the remote control. Things get hectic quick. All of the sudden I'm in the thick. Too much drama all around. Distractions booming in sensuround. Like a rainy day's Earth won't sit still. Sliding on down a hill. Sometimes life seems to stall. So never be ungrateful y'all. So I got a little something for your pay per view. Like Don King I've got the crazy hair do. We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol. Controlled on Earth by remote control.