The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

If you caught me smiling
Do you think I’m laughing
Can’t you see I’m working
Look at me I’m boring
What you say about my friend
Do you think he’s funny
Like the screaming weather
I’m amazed I’m living tonight

Do you suffer from mental
Do you suffer from mental tonight
Do you suffer from mental tonight

Are you dieing for pleasure
Does it make you feel better
Are you dieing for pleasure tonight

I can feel your heart beat
Can you keep on running
And your mind is on heat
As the world keeps burning
As she draws her last breath
Will you hear her calling
Look at her she’s fading
Be a man and suffer tonight

Do you suffer from mental
Do you suffer from mental tonight
Do you suffer from mental tonight

Are you dieing for pleasure
Does it make you feel better
Are you dieing for pleasure tonight

Like a star at nightfall
Are you feeling lonesome
I belive in action
So I’m moving closer
Look at him he’s crying
I’m a towering pillar
And the world is looming
Theres a war on terror Tonight

Do you suffer from mental
Do you suffer from mental tonight
Do you suffer from mental tonight

Are you dieing for pleasure
Does it make you feel better
Are you dieing for pleasure tonight

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Do you suffer from mental
Do you suffer from mental tonight
Do you suffer from mental tonight

Are you dieing for pleasure
Does it make you feel better
Are you dieing for pleasure tonight

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Fingers aren’t fingers, but I’ve got my plan
Mind’s like an ocean,and there’s no solution
I don’t like drinking but that’s what I do
I don’t like my life but that’s what I do

I sweat, I have fevers, and in the night terror
Error I’ve stolen them from my own mother
Pressure, I’m popping the pills from the doctor
Numbness is numbness is numbness to me

If only I could see, the way back to my youth
If only I could be, back on the road truth
If only I could see, the way back to my youth

Darling my darling, now what should I do
No love from my father, because I’m the daughter
Didn’t choose this life but this life chose me
Feel uninvited and now I can’t leave

I feel like a flower in eternal winter
Wish I could drown in this foul tasting bitter
Drunk on the blood
Forty days and nights knowing
Red is the only colour that I see

If only I could see, the way back to my youth
If only I could be, back on the road truth
If only I could see, the way back to my youth

Sinking
Goodbye
If I breathe
I’ll die

Sinking (sinking)
Goodbye (good bye)
If I breathe (if I breathe)
I’ll die

If only I could see, the way back to my youth
If only I could be, back on the road truth
If only I could see, the way back to my youth, my youth

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