That Doesn't Suit Me At All Songtext

von First Eight

Six p.m., shut my door tight another TV night insight, I close my blinds, grab the remote. My access to our common code. I don't need no TV guide, switch the brain off just zap the tide! Every day it is the same, I can't escape 'cause I am lame!

I can't understand why I can't resist. My public spirit erased by an empty lifeless machine. That doesn't suit me ... that doesn't suit me at all. Brilliant colours enforcing my own fall.

Sometimes when I'm all alone, even to lazy to pick up the phone, I'm whishing for some friends nearby, opinion the same as mine. This could aid me and could help me curing myself. This help would suit me, yes I guess it would ...