Eye on the TV, 'cause tragedy thrills me, Whatever flavour It happens to be. Like; Killed by the husband, Drowned by the ocean, shot by his own son, she used the poison in his tea, and kissed him goodbye. That's my kind of story, It's no fun 'til someone dies. Don't look at me like I am a monster, frown out your one face, but with the other, stare like a junkie, Into the TV, stare like a zombie, while the mother, holds her child, watches him die, hands to the sky crying, "Why, oh why?" 'cause I need to watch things die From a distance.