On Your Living Room Floor

Given our carefree chemistry
Is strung from within
It's not always as simple as it may seem;
Soap opera sitcoms
So-called ringside social commentaries
Whilst making so much sense in this immediate madness
With all distractions set aside
The first question that comes to mind
Sometimes raises just a little more than what would first meet the eye
Beg the eye
Beg the eye
Beg the eye
Beg the eye...
Die, die, die
On your living room floor
Taking all unimaginable actions into account
With the price of predictability only continuing to
Raise the roof on whose expectations?
I'd take the time to look in the mirror
And laugh at rock stars and ask,
"What's the matter?
You bit off a little more than you could chew?
Well I wouldn't mind hearing something I can sink my teeth into, my teeth into
My teeth into
My teeth into
My teeth into
My teeth into..."
Die, die, die
On your living room floor
On your living room floor
Upon a fixation of every genuine surrounding
Subjecting movements
Somebody recites an age old formula of counting the words of wisdom on just one hand
Before slipping on a smile (?), a bit of tinge
That's left, that's left on the tip of your tongue
A silent incentive gradually washes the weekend into the week
Into the week
Into the week
Into the week
Into the week
Die, die, die
On your living room...
Die, die, die
On your living room floor
It's not always about...
What's bigger and better
It's not always about...
Driving faster
Before you begin
The rainsticks, you win
(On your living room floor)
Before you begin
The place that you pin
(On your living room floor)
Before you begin...
(On your living room floor)
Go look within
(On your living room floor)
Go look within
(On your living room floor)
Go look within
(On your living room floor)
Go look within
(On your living room floor)
Go look within
(On your living room floor)
To, to look within
(On your living room floor)
To, to look within
(On your living room floor)