Eye on the TV  'cause tragedy thrills me  Whatever flavour  It happens to be like;  Killed by the husband  Drowned by the ocean  Shot by his own son  She used the poison in his tea  And kissed him goodbye  That's my kinda 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  Hands 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 it?    We won't give pause until the blood is flowing  Neither the brave nor bold  The writers of stories sold  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 rain come down  Pound on grave and ground    Part vampire  Part warrior  Carnivore and voyeur  Stare at the transmittal  Sing to the death rattle    La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie    Credulous at best your desire to believe in  Angels in the hearts of men  Pull your head out your hippie haze  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