Video Nasty

By a Ford Sierra under a bloody moon A man in a flat-cap pops the dented boot Plastic cases and carnage greet our eyes A strange buzz for horror of this kind A beast in heat with yellow, busted teeth Breathes down our necks and pulls back a stained sheet 'This is the stuff they don't want you to see' As he hands us a video in a blank sleeve Follow the orange glow of streetlights until we're home The last house on the left with a path of cobbled stone Do we dare watch it alone? Will we become monsters? They tell us we will Will we become monsters? They tell us we will And shield us from the truth Will we become monsters? The burning inside to press the button marked play Once the VCR swallows its prey White noise runs riot across the snow Before the screen turns black and credits start to roll Follow the yellow glow of the TV until we're engrossed Such trauma forces our thumping hearts into our throats Are we watching this alone? Will we become monsters? They tell us we will Will we become monsters? They tell us we will And shield us from the truth Will we become monsters? Or is one already inside you? Lean closer, don't be afraid As a person you won't change Don't be afraid Don't be afraid Will we become monsters? They tell us we will Will we become monsters? They tell us we will And shield us from the truth Will we become monsters? Will we? Will we? Will we? Will we? Will we? Will we? Will we?