When the smaller picture's the same as the bigger picture, you know that you're fucked
When you're trading paper cuts for splinters, you're out of luck
Like sharks don't sleep and I don't take my eyes off you
The architechure's shit and my cheeks are already and bruised
And if you're trading paper cuts for splinters
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over
And the building's ornate but it's lacking soul and character
We're burning five-story buildings, laying mantraps at the fire exits
We're playing feedback over tannoid systems, you look desperate, you look pathetic
And if you're trading paper cuts for splinters
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
And if you're trading paper cuts for splinters
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
And if you're trading paper cuts for splinters
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
And if you're trading paper cuts for splinters
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks we leave alone
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull, or a knee to your chest
It hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull, or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull, or a knee to your chest
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow)