Everybody in the funhouse
says they want out
But we?re taking our time
?cos we?re in love with the time
Whole generations
thinking of themselves as infidels and pop stars
While the bomb loses patience,
we line up and just lean against the bar
Stone cold sober
looking for bottles of love
Stone cold sober
looking for bottles of love
Caught in the headlights
Wide-eyed and ready to receive
We are the dead life,
locked in dogfights, lost in disbelief
And these dark days
make the nights seem brighter than they are
So while fleet street rolls and the
moon glows in the funhouse, the fun starts
Stone cold sober
looking for bottles of love, we?re
Stone cold sober
looking for bottles of love, love
Lo - ve
We are the dead life,
we are the dead life So c?mon, c?mon
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
Born in the half-light
of threats and bribes
in a hopeless porn parade
We get the dog?s life
titbits train us what to wear, what not to say.
When you?re footloose and
you just feel limbless, life gets in the way
So we get loaded or
totally legless but stay the same
Stone cold sober
looking for bottles of love we?re
Stone cold sober
looking for bottles of love, love
We?re (stone cold sober)
stone cold sober
looking for bottles of love
We?re (stone cold sober)
stone cold sober looking looking
So c?mon, c?mon