[00:00.00] 作词 : Tool
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tool
[01:06.99]Eye on the TV
[01:09.51] 'cause tragedy thrills me
[01:12.18] Whatever flavor it happens to be
[01:16.11] Like:
[01:18.12] "Killed by the husband" ...
[01:20.13] "Drowned by the ocean" ...
[01:22.64] "Shot by his own son" ...
[01:25.18] "She used a poison in his tea,
[01:29.27] Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
[01:32.17] That's my kind of story
[01:35.63] It's no fun til someone dies.
[01:40.59]
[01:49.37] Don't look at me like I am a monster
[01:55.20] Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
[02:00.51] Stare like a junkie into the TV
[02:05.44] Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
[02:13.16] Watches him die,
[02:15.54] Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"
[02:20.79]
[02:21.37] Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
[02:28.47] Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
[02:36.40] You all need it too - don't lie.
[02:40.94]
[02:47.19] Why can't we just admit it?
[02:49.62] Why can't we just admit it?
[02:52.32] We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
[02:57.53] Neither the brave nor bold
[03:00.20] Nor brightest of stories told
[03:02.90] We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
[03:06.79]
[03:07.79] I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
[03:15.03] Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
[03:22.17] You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
[03:27.55]
[03:57.49] Blood like rain fallin' down
[04:02.15] Drum on grave and ground
[04:05.65]
[04:08.88] Part vampire, part warrior,
[04:13.87] Carnivore and voyeur
[04:19.06] Stare at the transmittal.
[04:24.35] Sing to the death rattle.
[04:29.26]
[04:29.88] La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)
[04:51.08]
[05:42.43] Credulous at best
[05:44.50] Your desire to believe in
[05:47.10] Angels in the hearts of men.
[05:52.43] But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
[05:55.94] And give a listen
[05:57.55] Shouldn't have to say it all again
[06:01.00]
[06:02.54] The universe is hostile
[06:04.92] So impersonal
[06:07.59] Devour to survive
[06:09.42] So it is, so it's always been ...
[06:16.58]
[06:22.73] We all feed on tragedy.
[06:27.24] It's like blood to a vampire.
[06:31.50]
[06:33.73] Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
[06:46.09] Much better you than I.
[06:52.16]

作词 : Tool
作曲 : Tool
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband" ...
"Drowned by the ocean" ...
"Shot by his own son" ...
"She used a poison in his tea,
Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun til someone dies.
Don't look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
Watches him die,
Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"
Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Nor brightest of stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain fallin' down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior,
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal.
Sing to the death rattle.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
And give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...
We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.