Paroles: Departure (The). Dirty Words. Lump In My Throat.

I've got a lump in my throat
You say 'no-one's to blame but me'
And all the freaks on the front page
Telling little white lies

Programmed for an hour
Of Prime-Time TV
Look straight to the camera
Telling little white lies

I've got a bag with no airholes
I've got a chair with no seat
I'm gonna put myself inside this
And try and get some sleep

I've got a bag with no airholes
I've got a chair with no seat
I'm gonna put myself inside this
And try and get some sleep

I've got a lump in my throat
Yeah you're all the same as me
On the same fashion stage
Nothing will surprise

Inside machines
Plugged into plan
And all the freaks on the front page
Telling little white lies

I've got a bag with no airholes
I've got a chair with no seat
I'm gonna put myself inside this
And try and get some sleep

I've got a bag with no airholes
I've got a chair with no seat

I'm gonna put myself inside this
And try and get some sleep
To believe in television
And all the freaks down the front

You're gonna get yourself all made up
You're gonna get yourself torn

Just try and get some sleep (x 4)