That Smiling Man by Foretaste Lyrics

THAT SMILING MAN

HOW STRANGE IS THE WAY / YOU LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR
HOW COLD WHERE MY HANDS / WHEN YOU OPENED THE DOOR – EVERYTHING ! / EVERYTHING IS RED TODAY
IN THE SHOW / I'M THE ARCHITECT OF DEATH

THE BLOND IS DEAD, THE VOICE WAS RIGHT
MY NERVOUS SYSTEM GET ITS CURE
HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE SAID
GOD JUST WANNA BE TELEVISED

HOW LONG WAS THE TRACK / WATCHING TEENS IN THE PARK
PAIN INSIDE MY VEINS / AND IN MY HEAD IT'S WORTH
SACRIFIED / SACRIFIED TO CLEAN IT ALL
SURGERY / TO REMOVE THE INFECTION

THE BLOND IS DEAD, THE VOICE WAS RIGHT
MY NERVOUS SYSTEM GET ITS CURE
HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE SAID
GOD JUST WANNA BE TELEVISED
HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE DONE
TO GET MY MYSTIC MEDECINE
HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE SAID
GOD JUST WANNA BE TELEVISED