Funeral For A Friend – She Drove Me to Daytime TV

Can't beat the best ones

A little closer maybe a bit too close, yeah

You function you turn out

A flawless performance

Turn your camera away from me

(whoa)

Spill your guts in 8mm

(Whoa Hoo)

Put your focus where your mouth is

(Whoa)

You're the only one who's fading here

Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices

You know it makes more sense

Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices

You know

I like the way you cry

Break my heart and break my hands and let me down, yeah

I want to snap your neck in two

And leave you dead, so dead

on and on and on and on and on (go!)...