The Automatic
Seriously Guys...I Hate You
Intoxicated by this sound
Nothing but a fever, going round
Concentrated on the tones, that ring dead
Leaving you at home
That's the happiest you've looked all day
That's the happiest you've looked all day
That's the happiest you've looked all day
That's the happiest you've looked all day
Fallout, picked up on a plate
Break down, the crashing of her page
Tick tock explosions in your ear
Their emotion, moved you here
That's the happiest you've looked all day...