Stone Cold Sober
Everybody in the funhouse
Says they want out
But we're taking our time
'Cause we're in love with time
Whole generations thinkin' 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
Makes 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
Love
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
So come on, come on
Born in the half-light of threats and bribes
In a hopeless porn parade
We get the dog's life, tidbits 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) stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
Looking, looking
So come on, come on
(Come on, come on)
(Come on, come on)
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
Says they want out
But we're taking our time
'Cause we're in love with time
Whole generations thinkin' 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
Makes 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
Love
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
So come on, come on
Born in the half-light of threats and bribes
In a hopeless porn parade
We get the dog's life, tidbits 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) stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
Looking, looking
So come on, come on
(Come on, come on)
(Come on, come on)
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
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Writer(s): Justin Currie
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