She Drove Me to Daytime Television - Funeral For A Friend

Can’t beat the best ones

A little closer maybe a bit too close

You function you turn out

A flawless performance

Turn your camera away from me Spill your guts in 8 mm

Put your focus where your mouth is You’re the only one who’s waiting here

Such holidays in the sun don’t come without sacrifices

You know it makes more sense

I like the way you cry

Break my heart and break my hands and let me down

I want to snap your neck in two

And leave you dead, so dead

on and on and on and on and on (go)