The Secret Of Television Lyrics

You and me - let's join the enemy Fly to Paris, plan a bank robbery I've got the tickets, let's pick up some cigarettes Grab your jacket, the wind is blowing cold I've got this contact, he's ready for action We've got to cut while the knife is still sharp Crime does not pay, but this time it's different One week in France and count your money in the dark (Chorus) Don't try to tell me you never dreamed about it Don't try to tell me you never wondered how it felt The world is full of dreamers... it's the secret of television I don't want your television I want real bullets Just our luck -- we were born in suburbia Raised on sunshine and white bread sin I think it's time we got some dirt under our fingernails I think it's time we got some blood under our skin I got this cancer bunring inside of me 9 to 5, income tax, taking their toll Get you some heroin, get me a prostitute We'll sleep much easier with evil in our souls Chorus What if we die? That'd be a pity It's been years since I saw you this young Maybe we'll take our share, run to Venezuela Buy a fleet of Jaguars, race 'em in the sun Chorus