Cellular

There's a television

There's a television speakin' to me

There's a French girl on my television

She's crying in the palm of my hand

We're moving mental

I read the paper, or just the photos

I rip one out with my hand

There's a massacre across the oh, across the oh, across the ocean

I can see it in the palm of my hands

(Me hundo cada vez más hondo)

Below the ground floor

We're losing signal

We've lost connection

I left her dyin', she was still cryin'

And now she's lyin' in my head

Above the third rail, shrapnel flying

Next door's wobbling

But I'm riding to the end

What am I good for? (What am I good for?)

I've got no signal

Abandoned to the voice in my head

(I phone my ex, I phone my ex)

(I phone my ex, I phone my ex)

(I phone my ex, I phone my ex)

(I phone my ex, I phone my ex)...