Reality television is a genre of television programming that presents purportedly unscripted dramatic or humorous situations, documents actual events, and usually features ordinary people instead of professional actors, sometimes in a contest or other situation where a prize is awarded. Reality television began in 1948 with Alan Funt's TV series Candid Camera. The genre exploded as a phenomenon around 1999–2000 with the success of such television series as Big Brother and Survivor. Programs in the reality television genre are commonly called reality shows and often are produced in a television series. Documentaries, television news and sports television are usually not classified as reality shows.
The genre covers a wide range of television programming formats, from game show or quiz shows which resemble the frantic, Japanese variety shows produced in Japan in the 1980s and 1990s (such as Gaki no tsukai), to surveillance- or voyeurism-focused productions such as Big Brother. The most popular reality TV show for 2010-11 was American Idol, and the least popular was Shedding for the Wedding.
Joe Millionaire
He lived a life that was fair
He worked construction
Although he wasn´t happy there
Down in the alley
At the street fair
He saw a necklace
With a voodo charm of monkey hair
He was
So alone so alone
Now these women
They´re competing for him
Everybody´s talking about reality TV
I dunno it seems to be
A bunch of crap to me
But maybe if I win a contest
I can be like all the rest
American I don´t have it
Someone else create myself
But I don´t watch much TV (But that´s just me)
The only the that´s real this time
Is me
(This time)
(This time)
(This time)
(This time)
Justin was fair
He looked good in curly/girly hair
Then he got lucky with Kelly
And made a movie there
In Hollywood now he´s got a record deal
But he was never too satisfied with the songs he´d steal
Why don´t you
Sow your own sow your own
Wait a minute we´d forgotten that he don´t care
Everybody´s talking about reality TV
I dunno it seems to be
A bunch of crap to me
But maybe if I win a contest
I can be like all the rest
American I don´t have it
Someone else create myself
But I don´t watch much TV (But that´s just me)
The only the that´s real this time
Is me
I just laugh it off
(Every time I see somebody on the television)
I just laugh it off
(Every time I see another bachelor or some sort of actor)
I just laugh it off
So it was fun we had this great little song
Until it went number one and then tomorrow gone
And all we could see when we came up for air
Just a label full of monkeys trying to spike our hair
Everybody´s talking about reality TV
I dunno it seems to be
A bunch of crap to me
But maybe if I win a contest
I can be like all the rest
American I don´t have it
Someone else create myself
But I don´t watch much TV (But that´s just me)
The only the that´s real this time
Is me
(This time)
(This time)
(This time)
(This time)
That´s just me
I just laugh it off
I just laugh it off
(This time)
Buzzing from watching others dramatic lies
As the TV slyly stares at me
Body piercings like those of
Ancient Egyptians, kinky slave prisoners fly at me
Placing a thorn upon her head
Slashing her wrist, rowing around on her cavity
Being chased by little kids
Playing miniature toy accordions, her destiny
I abhor the whore who calls her reality, reality TV
I abhor the whore who calls her reality, reality TV
Fundamentally mental, deprived of meaning, hedonistic theatrical entropy
The gaining of lost confidence, from the failures of others cheering
"No, that can't be me"
I abhor the whore who calls her reality, reality TV
I abhor the whore who calls her reality, reality TV
A genetically mysterious horde of specimens sharing their empty lives with
Grammatically inept common denominators destroying all of life's mystery
Body piercing, those off
Ancient kinky Egyptians slave prisoners fly at me
Nipples, tongues, testicles, cheeks
Nipples, tongues, testicles, cheeks
The century of liquid residual wishes call me
Body piercing, those of
Ancient kinky Egyptians slave prisoners fly at me
Nipples, tongues, testicles, cheeks
Nipples, tongues, testicles, cheeks
The century of liquid residual wishes call me
Buzzing from watching others dramatic lies
As the TV slyly stares at me
I abhor the whore who calls her reality, reality TV
I abhor the whore who calls her reality, reality TV
I abhor the whore who calls her reality
Spending all the time
Waiting for the idiots
To Surrender to whatever
I seen all the obsession that is
Family value, still you play the fool
Right now the suits and the ties
Seem like they are
Linkin Park and all the Rock Star
They wont they don't want your name
Got no value got no fame
The Tv executive decisions have all
Been defined and written by the rules
Tune in and vote for the winner again
You don't have to nothing else to do
Line up everybody's waiting for you
To say your name and see you play the fool
Right now the suits and ties
Seem like they are
Pictures flash, images sold
No sense, no thought, just behold
Star-spangled messiah struts the tube
Makes life easy just for you
Mr. no lips fights the wips
Liam and Patsy's wedding bliss
Dobbin beats the I.R.A.
(That's what happened just today)
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
I find it hard to break away
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
I find it hard to break away
Six numbers in, you'll miss the draw
Dream and spend, you watch some more
Evans got the car I need
Escape to virtual reality
A sterling show by the pound
Calvin's stink is well renowned
The weather's dull it's fair to say
(That's what happened just today)
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
I find it hard to break away
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
I find it hard to break away
Your favourite seat confronts the box
Remote control will help us watch
Technicolour overload keeps me in
Time and time and time again
Just sit there we'll be right back
The sense to move is what you lack
You want to view you'll have to pay
(That's what happened just today)
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
I find it hard to break away
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
I find it hard to break away
The votin's stopped it seems all Blair
Another day you're anchored there
Midnight again, you've just sat down
Last week's image just popped round
A thousand ways to spend a thought
Am I hip or missed the boat?
Into the net coz that's the way
(That's what happened just today)
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
I find it hard to break away
That's what happened yesterday
The more I watch, the more I stay
Something happened yesterday
What is this sitcom therapy?
What is emulation of empathy?
Thrashcan dating Big Brother shows, it's a brothel of emotions
Why the fuck should I care about a suburb bitch that can't find a man?
Why the fuck should I care about some fatass that eats himself to death?
You tell me, why the fuck should I care?
You tell me, what is this charade?
Ratings are money, a life for profit you tell me, are you that liable?
Voice of reason and the dust is in your eyes.
Shadow of fear from the burning skies.
You don't know what the news anchor said.
Your only concern, not to wind up dead.
Not just a feature on the screen.
This is terror, it's real as the screams.
This is reality not TV.
At the end of your life, no credits we see.
Ear-splitting explosions fueled by hate.
Not up to you to decide your fate.
Protect and serve us in the land that's free.
I'll never know your face and you'll never see me.
Thousands of miles from the ones you love.
Who's calling the shots? The men in white gloves.
Flag draped box underneath the stars.
Brothers in arms torn apart and scarred.
You gave your life for the scum on the street.
No matter young or old, won't accept defeat.
Human lives in a game of chess.
You stay away from your window light
You used to have a life
You got a box of light
You got your eye and your heart abound
The people on the screen are your best friends now
You talk to the numbers
And text phone the others
You can't leave the dial alone
You talk to the numbers
And text phone the others
Why go out when you can just stay at home?
Wanna see people
hugging and kissing
Wanna see people
hugging and kissing
Wanna see people
hugging and kissing
That's because it's
what you're missing
You get your love from the web cam channel
Watching the brunette With the house mate flannel
You got your eye and your heart abound
The people on the screen are your family now
There's Steve who is Charmaine
He had all his sex changed
He don't get on with Simone
She's diesel and lipstick
She only do them real chicks
Why go out when you can just stay at home?