Karaoké Vicarious Tool

Eye on the TV 'cos tragedy thrills me

Whatever flavor it happens to be like

Killed by the husband

Drowned by the ocean

Shot by his own son

She used a poison in his tea

Then kissed him goodbye

That's my kind of story

It's no fun 'till someone dies

Don't look at me like

I am a monster

Frown out your one face but with the other

Stare like a junkie into the TV

Stare like a zombie while the mother

Holds her child

Watches him die

Hands to the sky cryin'

Why oh why

'Cos I need to watch things die from a distance

Vicariously

I live while the whole world dies

You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it

Why can't we just admit it

We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'

Neither the brave nor bold nor brightest of stories told

We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'

And I need to watch things die from a good safe distance

Vicariously

I live while the whole world dies

You all feel the same so

Why can't we just admit it

Blood like rain come down

Drum on grave and ground

Part vampire

Part warrior

Carnivore and voyeur

Stare at the transmittal

Sing to the death rattle

La la la la la la la lie

La la la la la la la lie

La la la la la la la lie

La la la la la la la lie

Credulous at best

Your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men

Pull your head on out your hippie haze and give a listen

Shouldn't have to say it all again

The universe is hostile

So impersonal

Devour to survive

So it is

So it's always been

We all feed on tragedy

It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I live while the whole world dies

Much better you than I