Epica

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