Lyrics
They might look cool on a photograph
But it’s another story up close
They’ll suck you in and drain you dry
I try to avoid them at all times
Watch them squirm and cry and pry, like children
They squirm, cry and pry – they’re children
I say nothing at all; they get so uncomfortable
When I say nothing at all; they get so uncomfortable
Watch them squirm and cry and pry, like children
They squirm, cry and pry – they’re children
I want to abuse it; they want it controlled.
You can lie and fit it –
Be a record painted gold.