Gone Fishing

I'm a sucker for a mindless machine
Or is this machine just sucking the bold from me
Gaining my trust just to keep me dry
Acting like a dear friend
Walking you home through the back alleys
In the pitch-black pouring rain

I'm off, I'm on, I'm off, I'm on, I'm
Off I'm on and I'm off and on and I'm
I'm off, I'm on and I'm and I'm
Off and on, and off, and on

Searching for the comfort of my cosy bed
You know that familiar taste you had when you was a kid
The ice-cream bell comes rolling down the road
Whomping like a freight train
Nobody beside you
They managed to get that hook in my fucking mouth

It turns me off, I'm on, I'm off, I'm on, I'm
Off I'm on and I'm off and on and I'm
I'm off, I'm on and I'm and I'm
Off and on, and off, and on

Am I strong enough, I'm not enough
Am I strong enough, I'm not enough
Off, I'm on and I'm off, and on, and I'm
I'm off, I'm on and I'm and I'm
Off and on and off and on

No I'm not enough
No I'm not enough
No I'm not enough
Am I strong enough
Am I strong enough

And they reel you in
Just to throw you back

And they reel you in
Just to throw you back