This is television, late night television, scripted with precision A corner store pulp fiction sits where your heart isn't And with your eyes so green
I drove a tank in on the left I hid a rifle on the right When she said "I see a tunnel And at the end I see a light" I see fire on the water On
You scream louder than fiction And you get down on your knees And tear open your heart So I can love you and your disease You lick the hand that feeds