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 poisonIn his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun until someone diesDon'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 motherHolds 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 lieWhy 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 flowingI need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same, soWhy can't we just admit it?Blood like rain come down
Drum on grave and groundPart vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Still have the transmitter
Synched to the death rattleLa, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lieCredulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head out of your hippie haze
and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all againThe universe is hostile, so impersonal
Devour to survive, so it is, so it's always beenWe all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampireVicariously I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Songwriters
ADAM JONES, DANIEL CAREY, JUSTIN GUNNER CHANCELLOR, MAYNARD JAMES KEENANPublished by
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