The Wombats – Techno fan (Afrojack extended instrumental) 2011 0

We don’t admit it but we’ve never seen eye to eye,
My hobby's moaning and yours is making money,
It’s always a shock when old friends pass by,
But with you it’s no "death in the family".

Lets not talk about hate when there’s hell to pay,
For my cowardice and your bad timing,
We don’t admit it but we’ve never seen eye to eye,
And it’s not through a lack of trying.

It was the perfect disease we had,
Something to argue and scream about,
Who can I see about contracting it back,
And locking it somewhere it can't get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had,
And in its absence lies a painful fact,
We all need someone to drive us mad.

I didn’t say it but you never were the honest type,
You tried to fabricate a bedtime story,
And now I miss those games we had of Jekyll and Hyde,
Ever since the day that we parted company.

Don’t send a helping hand,
I need a battering ram,
To beat the reasons that I miss you so sorely,
We didn’t say it but we’ve never saw eye to eye,
Now life is carefree and equally as boring.

It was the perfect disease we had,
Something to argue and scream about,
Who can I see about contracting it back,
And locking it somewhere it can't get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had,
And in its absence lies a painful fact,
We all need someone to drive us mad.

I need you in the tv
I need you on the train
I’ll need you every single which where

I need you in the mirrors
I need you in my bed

I needed you to wreck my head

I need you in the tv
I need you on the train

I need you just to stand in my wayI need you in the mirrors
I need you in my bed

It was the perfect disease we had,
Something to argue and scream about,
Who can I see about contracting it back,
And locking it somewhere it can't get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had,
And in its absence lies a painful fact,
We all need someone to drive us mad.