Lyrics She Drove Me to Daytime Television - Funeral For A Friend

She Drove Me to Daytime Television

Can’t beat the best ones
A little closer maybe a bit too close
You function you turn out
A flawless performance
Turn your camera away from me Spill your guts in 8 mm
Put your focus where your mouth is You’re the only one who’s waiting here
Such holidays in the sun don’t come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense
I like the way you cry
Break my heart and break my hands and let me down
I want to snap your neck in two
And leave you dead, so dead
on and on and on and on and on (go)