I looked in the mirror then
  saw my face in a dream.
  With eyes sharp as diamonds
  Blessed with clear vision
  Things were not as they seemed
  Black and White Television
  stared back from the wall.
  Is that my life?
  Am I here at all?
  Down in the High Road, see
  motor cavalcades glide
  past shopwindow dressers
  desperately covering
  all the parts they can hide.
  Black and White Television
  stares at me again.
  Is that their lives?
  Even dummies pretend.
  The truth is so hard to deny.
  The answer is here
  The screen never lies.
  Black and White Television.
  It's the right television.
  Show me it's all a dream tonight.
  The boys on the corner sulk
  in their Suzuki haze.
  In primary colours
  (each year more startling)
  but they still fade to grey
  on Black and White Television.
  It's sweeping the land.
  Is that your life?
  Do you understand?
  Black and White Television
  Back the right television
  Black and White Television
  Hard to fight television
  Show me it's all a dream
  tonight.