Lyrics British India

British India

Funeral for a Trend

Too self obsessed and too much TV

And underneath this avalanche of golden teeth

It's like my chest

I didn't get much sleep at the start of the week

No, underneath this avalanche of golden teeth

It's like my chest is caving in

My chest is caving in

A starch black dress on a CEO

And as you stretch your skin for another photo

It's like your face, is caving in

Your face is caving in

If I'm paid for my time, it'll be just fine

You watch me dip my hands in the iodine

It's like my chest is caving in

My chest is caving in

Long time no see, where have you been?

Before I get to say it you get taken away

You never go, you never go,

you never go, you never stay

My secrets smell like spit and everybody knows

I'll hang myself with the cord of the telephone

It's like my chest, is caving in

My chest is caving in

I get so bored that my teeth start to hurt

In this museum of neon t-shirts

It's like this room, is caving in

This room is caving in

Long time no see, where have you been?

Before I get to say it you get taken away

You never go, you never go,

you never go, you never stay

You never stay

Too self obsessed and too much TV

And underneath this avalanche of golden teeth

It's like my chest, is caving in

My chest is caving in

And when we're both coming down but you still come around

And you can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the ground

It's like my heart, is caving in

My heart is caving in