You Must Be Evil - Chris Rea

I come home from work

I see my little girl

She’s crying on the floor

She’s been watching that TV

This ain’t late no, this ain’t even dinner time

To show them things on that screen

What’s wrong with you

You must be evil

Oh I know why you do it

You’re just looking for sensation

You got a hold of something

You tell us that it’s news

You don’t have to show that stuff

Can’t you show us some respect

You can tell us we don’t need to see it

We don’t need those cheap effects

You must be evil

You must be evil

I wish you were here

You don’t have to show that stuff

You ain’t fooling no-one

You made my little girl cry

I wish you were here

We all know why you do it

Sometimes you even slow it down

You’re giving out some bad ideas here

I can’t believe that you don’t realise

You must be evil