Lyrics

Hey, I know your face I've seen you on some TV-show Then we laugh and bullshit on It's a hollow scene with a sickening glow But we still tag along With our pills and powders and passion plays And we somehow feel relief About halfway through the second case Now here comes Judas with his halo on Giving away the secrets of the trade Feeling all alone Filthy rich from the hits that he's made And in his bedroom Hang the posters of the heroes he once had Faded, yellow, brittle and old I'll get the Port out And I'll drink to all the hopes that I once had Before I go to bed to dream on But we still tag along With our pills and powders and passion plays And we somehow feel relief About halfway through the second case