She Drove Me To Daytime Television Lyrics - Funeral For A Friend

Can't beat the best ones 

A little closer maybe a bit too closer 

You function you turn out 

A flawless performance 

Well, turn your camera away from me, woah 

Spill your guts in eight milli meter, woah 

Put your focus where your mouth is, woah 

You're the only one who's ready here 

Well, such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices 

You know it makes more sense 

Well, such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices 

You know 

I like the way you cry 

Break my heart and break my hands and let me down, yeah 

I want to snap your neck in two 

And leave you dead, you are so dead 

Turn your camera away from me, woah 

Spill your guts in eight milli meter, woah 

Put your focus where your mouth is, woah 

You're the only one who's ready here 

Well, such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices 

You know it makes more sense 

Well, such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices 

You know it makes more sense, yeah 

Go on and on and on and on and on 

Go on and on and on and on and on 

Go on and on and on and on and on 

Go on and on and on and on and on, go