A Better Band Lyrics - Blue Lights On The Runway - Bell X1

Is this room getting smaller, 

Or is it just me? 

I pace myself, brace myself, 

Trying not to breathe. 

All these walls are closing in on me, 

Like the death star bin, 

Oh that'll learn me, 

That'll squeeze out all the sin. 

This world is bearing down on me, 

Like a fish eye lens ? 

And when it comes down to it, 

Do I have any real friends? 

How long were those monkeys typing, 

To make all Billy's work? 

I've some way to go yet, 

I'll finish this one first. 

Something's got to give. 

I'm a failing restaurant, 

All expectant and sad 

With one eye on the door, 

Playing cards out the back 

I'm love me love me love me, 

I'm a small bit of a prick 

I got the meat sweats 

From this real politic. 

Sometimes I can see you 

Shining in the night 

There's Polly, and Gillian, 

And your man in the big suit 

Spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss 

And I'm left thinking 

I wanna be a better band 

This is it, what are you crying for? 

This is it, were you expecting more? 

I wanna be a better band 

And shoot fire from my hands 

Fire from my hands