foreplay (is not my forté) lyrics

Tune in, tune in, tune in, tune in Start the show Before you leave, we've got to know Broken fingers Was it worth selling off the dream? Million miles a minute An excess in constant need Guess that the truth hurts, doesn't it? How pathetic Digital appetite Dressed in aberrations Forced to watch, they can't believe Forced to watch what they did to me Are we dying? Whilst on the big screen Her name in lights Visual disease