I’m sick of tv

I watch it all night, as it watches me

I can’t turn it off

‘cos I can’t stand the silence

tomorrow at dawn

I’ll seal up my eyes with packing tape

so nothing gets out

and then no one will doubt me anymore...

there’s one thing left I believe in

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I don’t get mad, I get even

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I’t’s dark on the street

I keep my head down, and look away

but each time i blink

it takes hold of me tighter

the day after next

I’ll hotwire a car, and cut the brakes

I’ll burn out the cops

and then no one can stop me anymore...

there’s one thing left I believe in

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I don’t get mad, I get even

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I’ll burn my name in the ceiling

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I don’t get mad, I get even

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

if I hit the ground

I’ll take the city down around me

and you’ll never find the bodies

never find the bodies

if I hit the ground

I’ll take the city down around me

and you’ll never find the bodies

never find the bodies

if I hit the ground

I’ll take the city down around me

there’s one thing left I believe in

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I don’t get mad, I get even

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I’ll burn my name in the ceiling

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

I don’t get mad, I get even

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong

there’s one thing left I believe in

even though I know I might be wrong

even though I know I don’t belong