on the tv screen is a creepy scene theres a man who looks a bit like me looking right at me and furthermore quite a troubadour got a song about a river thats bigger than the castles of london he seems quite proud and barely blinking must be something to be the talk of the town your minds too loud i can hear you thinking the truth is i got a hard time turning it down oh my my mother mary sang of the green eyed beast and the numbers game thatll break your knees and leave you limping alone the jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street in a city that really couldnt feel much further from home much further from home well i feel much more than i did before love hate paranoia and a sense that im getting older older and bitter and furthermore theres a carnivore called envy and its hiding in the pages of a magazine of a magazine well this whole damn race is over laced now strung out on promises made in the round walls are high and out of place the truth is i got a hard time taking them down  oh my my mother mary sang of the green eyed beast and the numbers game thatll break your knees and leave you limping alone but the jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street in a city that really couldnt feel much further from home much further from home oh my my mother mary sang of the green eyed beast and the numbers game thatll break your knees and leave you limping alone jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street in a city that really couldnt feel much further from home oh my my mother mary sang of the green eyed beast and the numbers game thatll break your knees and leave you limping alone oh but the jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street in a city that really couldnt feel much further from home