作词 : Charles Cave
 作曲 : White Lies
 I really tried to be good.
 But goodness, wont come easy to me.
 You’re too good in your old ways.
 In others your evil like me.
 When they call my name
 i’m the first to smile,
 I put a few feet wrong on the moral pile,
 When I break the rank, I’m the first to gloat
 That it’s a nice trip down
 In the eye of a rope.
 In the eye of a rope.

 I put a coin in a cold hand.
 Still I seem to hurt everyone.
 Now, I’m the dud, I’m a short strand.
 I’m the burning wink in the line of a shotgun.

 You in your tall lighthouse
 With that broken light,
 I’m gonna suffer on your rocks if it takes all night.
 Cos’ you’re the one clean soul at the back of church,
 Go on, avert your eyes.
 This is going to hurt.
 This is going to hurt.


 I went bare-foot out into dirty snow,
 Saw the fires at the black with a sinful glow.
 There’s an angry mob all downing pixel fuel.
 Taking blood with a lash from the skin of a fool.
 You can blame it on the web, on the sugar and fat.
 Entertainment is the spin, on an urge unwrapped.
 You can try another hammer just to hammer it home,
 But any modern thought,
 Is never alone.
 Is never alone.