Из альбома: Velvet Mustache
I've seen seen so many tall
I've seen seen so many fall away
With every swift directors take
I think think we seen it all
I think think we've been to far
And now, or then, we're jaded
It's the man with the gun pointed at my chest
A whispered threat under his breath and I know
It's just as seen on TV
It's the little old man lying in his bed
His eyes fade shut as I hold his hand and I know
It's just as seen on TV
What once was so fun and clean
What once was an amazing scene
Has now, lost all creativity
Not death, life or birth or pain
Can shock us now, we're all the same
And now, or then, we're jaded
It's the man with the gun pointed at my chest
A whispered threat under his breath and I know
It's just as seen on TV
It's the little old man lying in his bed
His eyes fade shut as I hold his hand and I know
It's just as seen on TV