Eye on the TV Cause tragedy thrills me Whatever flavor it happens to be Like Killed by the husband" "Drowned by the ocean" Shot by his own son She used a poison In his tea And kissed him goodbye That's my kind of story It's no fun until someone dies
Don't look at me like I am a monster Frown out your one face But with the other Stare like a junkie Into the TV Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child Watches him die Hands to the sky crying, "Why, oh why?"
Cause I need to watch things die, from a distance Vicariously I live while the whole world dies You all need it too, don't lie
Why can't we just admit it? Why can't we just admit it? We won't give pause until the blood is flowing Neither the brave nor bold Were writers of the stories told We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die... from a good safe distance Vicariously I live while the whole world dies You all feel the same, so
Why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire Part warrior Carnivore and voyeur Still have the transmitter Synched to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best Your desire to believe in Angels in the hearts of men Pull your head of your hippie haze, and give a listen Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile, so impersonal Devour to survive, so it is, so it's always been
We all feed on tragedy It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies Much better you than I