The Extra (Placebo)

I try every day To think of something deep to say Cos I would like to find the words That deserve to be heard Sounds like words are out of style Silence beckons down the murder mile I keep on talking to the hand In a language I don't understand If I am an extra in the film of my own life Then who the hell is the director? If I am an extra in the film of my own life Will someone please turn off the camera? And show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live I try every night Not to argue, not to fuss and fight But there's a riot in my head Streets are bleeding and democracy is dead Let's fight until the end of days Let's destroy and let's devastate We keep on talking to the hand In a language we don't understand If I am an extra in the film of my own life Then who the hell is the director? If I am an extra in the film of my own life Will someone please turn off the camera? And show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live (I am an extra in the film of my own life) Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live (I am an extra in the film of my own life) Show me how to live, show me how to live Show me how to live, show me how to live I try every day To think of something deep to say