Video Nasty
By a Ford Sierra under a bloody moon
A man in a flat-cap pops the dented boot
Plastic cases and carnage greet our eyes
A strange buzz for horror of this kind
A beast in heat with yellow, busted teeth
Breathes down our necks and pulls back a stained sheet
'This is the stuff they don't want you to see'
As he hands us a video in a blank sleeve
Follow the orange glow of streetlights until we're home
The last house on the left with a path of cobbled stone
Do we dare watch it alone?
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
The burning inside to press the button marked play
Once the VCR swallows its prey
White noise runs riot across the snow
Before the screen turns black and credits start to roll
Follow the yellow glow of the TV until we're engrossed
Such trauma forces our thumping hearts into our throats
Are we watching this alone?
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
Or is one already inside you?
Lean closer, don't be afraid
As a person you won't change
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
Will we? Will we? Will we? Will we?
Will we? Will we? Will we?
A man in a flat-cap pops the dented boot
Plastic cases and carnage greet our eyes
A strange buzz for horror of this kind
A beast in heat with yellow, busted teeth
Breathes down our necks and pulls back a stained sheet
'This is the stuff they don't want you to see'
As he hands us a video in a blank sleeve
Follow the orange glow of streetlights until we're home
The last house on the left with a path of cobbled stone
Do we dare watch it alone?
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
The burning inside to press the button marked play
Once the VCR swallows its prey
White noise runs riot across the snow
Before the screen turns black and credits start to roll
Follow the yellow glow of the TV until we're engrossed
Such trauma forces our thumping hearts into our throats
Are we watching this alone?
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
Or is one already inside you?
Lean closer, don't be afraid
As a person you won't change
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
Will we? Will we? Will we? Will we?
Will we? Will we? Will we?
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Gleeson, Daniel Scully, Steven Cobley, Sebastian Cole, Matthew Hill, David Cobley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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