Lyrics The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

Mister Mental

If you caught me smiling

Do you think I'm laughing?

Can't you see I'm working?

Look at me I'm boring

What you say about my friend?

Do you think he's funny?

Lots of screamy weather

I'm amazed I'm living tonight

Do you suffer from mental?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Are you dying for pleasure?

Does it make you feel better?

Are you dying for pleasure tonight?

I can feel your heart beat

Can you keep on running?

Your mind is on heat

As the world keeps burning

As she draws her last breath

Will you hear her calling?

Look at her she's fading

Be a man and solve her tonight

Do you suffer from mental?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Are you dying for pleasure?

Does it make you feel better?

Are you dying for pleasure tonight?

Like a star at night fall

Are you feeling lonesome?

I believe in action

So I move in closer

Look at him he's crying

I'm a towering pillar

And the world is looming

And there's a war on terror tonight

Do you suffer from mental?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Are you dying for pleasure?

Does it make you feel better?

Are you dying for pleasure tonight?

Do you suffer from mental?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Do you suffer from mental tonight?

Are you dying for pleasure?

Does it make you feel better?

Are you dying for pleasure tonight?