The Secret Of Television

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

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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 burning 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

Buy a fleet of Jaguars, race 'em in the sun

Chorus