Stone Cold Sober - Paloma Faith

Everybody in the funhouse Says they want out But we're taking our time 'Cause we're in love with time Whole generations thinkin' 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 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 Makes 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 We're stone cold sober Looking for bottles of love, love Love We are the dead life, we are the dead life So come on, come on 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 and 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 We're stone cold sober Looking for bottles of love, love (We're stone cold) stone cold sober Looking for bottles of love We're stone cold sober Looking, looking So come on, come on (Come on, come on) (Come on, come on) We are the dead life, we are the dead life We are the dead life, we are the dead life We are the dead life, we are the dead life We are the dead life, we are the dead life