Eye on the TV 
Cause tragedy thrills me, 
Whatever flavor 
It happens to be 
Like: 
"Killed by the husband" 
"Drowned by the ocean" 
"Shot by his own son" 
"She used a 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, 
Pleas to the sky crying, 
"Why, oh why?!" 

Cause I need to watch things die 
From a distance 
Vicariously, I 
Live while the whole world dies 
You all need it too 
Don't lie. 

Why can't we just admit it? 
Why can't we just admit, 
We won't give pause 
Until the blood is flowing? 
Neither the brave nor bold 
Will write us a story. 
So, 
We won't give pause 
Until the blood is flowing 

I need to watch things die 
From a good safe distance 
Vicariously, I 
Live while the whole world dies 
You all feel the same so 
Why can't we 
Just admit it 

Blood like [bad word] down  [bad word] on grave and ground 

Part vampire 
Part warrior 
Carnivore and voyeur 
Stare at the transmitter 
Sing to the death rattle 


Credulous at best your desire to believe in 
Angels in the hearts of men 
Pull your heads on out, you hippies 
And give a listen 
Shouldn't have to say it all again 

The universe is hostile 
So impersonal 
Devour to survive 
So it is 
So it's always been 

We all feed on tragedy 
It's like blood to a vampire 

Vicariously, I 
Live while the whole world dies 
Much better you than I.