Stone Cold Sober Lyrics

Everybody in the funhouse 
Says they want out 
But we're taking our time 
'Cos we're in love with time 
Whole generations thinking 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. 

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 
Make 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. 

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 but 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.