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