TV Dinner Lyrics, Summary & Music Video by Sam Fender is a latest English song in the voice of popular artist Sam Fender, featured in the album “People Watching”. This song lyrics explores the rise and fall of public figures, especially artists, critiquing the way society builds them up only to tear them down. The lyrics reflect on themes of exploitation, loss of privacy, and disillusionment with fame. The artist expresses frustration at being commodified, referencing other artists who have suffered under public scrutiny. The repeated refrain, “No one gets into my space,” emphasizes a desire for personal boundaries and control. The song also questions self-worth and resilience in the face of external pressures, ultimately rejecting the idea of being consumed by the industry or public perception.
Genre: Rock
TV Dinner Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hypothesise a hero’s rise and teach them all to then despise
It is our way to make a king, romanticise how they begin
Fetishise their struggling while all the while, there’s suffering
In every worming memory of what they truly are
The rigmarole, the tortured soul, the constant spin, the merry-go
Roundhouse kick into the face, sheer loss of private space
The moths, the snakes, thе tiny waist-coat tail riders suck the grace
And littlе colour out my face, the cancer in a padlocked case
[Chorus]
No one gets into my space
No one gets into my space
[Verse 2]
Market before anything
The darkest days are yet to sing
Like Winehouse, she was just a bairn
They love her now but bled her then
Reared me as a class clown
Grassfed little cash cow
I cashed out, headed hell-bound
And now they point and laugh
[Chorus]
And no one gets into my space
No one gets into my space
[Post-Chorus]
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in
[Verse 3]
Sell my story when it’s true, I’ll paint a pretty pic of you
I’ll walk amongst the ones who walk and talk when I am born
I’m in the embryonic state
On borrowed time, I clean my plate
With a TV dinner, I spectate the f*cks all gesticulate
The chip on shoulder pulsates, my hatred, it mutates
Posh cunt had me irate, he said, “We’re all the same”
Are you wild? Do you have enemies?
A start with no amenities?
A mark that bleeds a legacy?
A spark without tuiton fee?
A darkness that they envy?
They frenzy to befriend me
But I know ye, you’ll sell me
You’ll sell me, you’d kill me
[Chorus]
No one gets into my space
And no one gets into my space
[Post-Chorus]
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets into my space
TV Dinner (MV)
Audio Credits
Artist : Sam Fender
Album : People Watching
Lyricist : Sam Fender
Music : Sam Fender