It's a funny feeling, not really   Comfort me, cos I'm hearing violins   In the streets, friends I meet say   It's all over this town      The way you cheat, the way you lie   The way you want me to die   Over this   Over this   Over this town      The way you drive through the night   With a gun, me in your sights   Over this   Over this   Over this town      I'm caught in your headlights   No escape, move too late   And I'm hearing violins, in my head   In my bed,   Cause it's all over this town   And that does get around      The way you cheat   The way you lie   The way you want me to die   Over this   Over this   Over this town      The way you drive through the night   With a gun, me in your sights   Over this   Over this   Over this town      So many questions, floating around   But for the moment, hide underground      The way you cheat   The way you lie   The way you want me to die   Over this   Over this   Over this town      The way you drive through the night   With a gun, me in your sights   Over this   Over this   Over this town