Album: Other People's Problems
It's a funny feeling, not really
Comfort me, cos I'm hearing violins
In the streets, friends I meet say
It's all over this town
The way you cheat, the way you lie
The way you want me to die
Over this
Over this
Over this town
The way you drive through the night
With a gun, me in your sights
Over this
Over this
Over this town
I'm caught in your headlights
No escape, move too late
And I'm hearing violins, in my head
In my bed,
Cause it's all over this town
And that does get around
The way you cheat
The way you lie
The way you want me to die
Over this
Over this
Over this town
The way you drive through the night
With a gun, me in your sights
Over this
Over this
Over this town
So many questions, floating around
But for the moment, hide underground
The way you cheat
The way you lie
The way you want me to die
Over this
Over this
Over this town
The way you drive through the night
With a gun, me in your sights
Over this
Over this
Over this town