Music Lyrics The Secret of Television by Bad Examples
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You and me - lets join the enemy Fly to paris, plan a bank robbery Ive got the tickets, lets pick up some cigarettes Grab your jacket, the wind is blowing cold Ive got this contact, hes ready for action Weve got to cut while the knife is still sharp Crime does not pay, but this time its different One week in france and count your money in the dark (chorus) Dont try to tell me you never dreamed about it Dont try to tell me you never wondered how it felt The world is full of dreamers... its the secret of television I dont want your television I want real bullets Just our luck -- we were born in suburbia Raised on sunshine and white bread sin I think its time we got some dirt under our fingernails I think its time we got some blood under our skin I got this cancer burning inside of me 9 to 5, income tax, taking their toll Get you some heroin, get me a prostitute Well sleep much easier with evil in our souls Chorus What if we die? thatd be a pity Its been years since I saw you this young Maybe well take our share, run to venezuela Buy a fleet of jaguars, race em in the sun Chorus |
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