(*Rebecca Mayes)
It's a slick looking game*
With over-the-top weapon play
A case of style over substance
Damn wonky cameras and ultra-violence
I find myself looking for depth and I won't find it here
I'm looking for depth everywhere
Revenge is sweet, so they say
That's why I'm sitting here knocking out your front teeth
On a winter's morning in my living room
I'll shoot you down for all the times I've been hurt
All this wet work gets rather tiresome
I spend the game on my knees trying to prove
I'm as cool as Quentin Tarantino
But baby I'm telling you this ain't no movie
I'm looking for love and I won't find it here
I'm looking for love everywhere
Revenge is sweet so they say
That's why I'm sitting here knocking out both your feet
On a winter's morning in my dressing gown
I'll shoot you down for all the times I've been hurt
If only I could hurt you
If only I could hurt you
You and all the nameless, faceless people
Then maybe I wouldn't hurt at all