Eating Bullets

You could be a superstar On your television Television Television Dark room, ice cold, cracked screen iPhone Let go, so low, at home no gold Dark room, ice cold, crack screen IPhone Let go, so low, at home, no gold I don't wanna turn around tv playing the same songs You said that there's nothing wrong I still feel there's something wrong The sky matches your saint laurent You're boujeeness is just a front And to the forest where we run I'm eating bullets, from your gun (Television) I'm eating bullets, from your gun I'm eating bullets, from your gun (Television) I'm eating bullets, from your gun I'm eating bullets, from your- (Television) Gun