green tables, blue floors
blank pages, metal doors
good churches, bad preachers
old friends and new leeches
short circuits, long faces
go back home it’s 99 paces
suck in but don’t blow it
filling up your lungs with poison
they’re the ones you want to see
a television scene
you can laugh and point
but please don’t scream
she walks in, he sees her
doesn’t talk he’s just breathing
no faith but she’s kneeling
praying for a way to need him
she throws it, he catches
his fingers filled with ashes
makes a promise just to break it
takes a vow just to lie and fake it
angel sitting on her shoulder
years pass & the devil gets closer
no loss but she’s never winning
spent her whole life crashing, spinning
they’re the ones you want to see
a television scene
you can laugh and point
but please don’t scream
so turn the cameras off now
well there’s no camera on you
so you turn a camera on
they’re the ones you want to see
a television scene
you can laugh and point
but please don’t scream
