Hooked. Song lyrics.
They're all hooked, hooked on the same stupid thing.
With that week's scandal in the place of a king.
They're all hooked, hooked on some happy slap delay.
Which I know is not okay.
But it's easier that way.
That girl, oh she's such a slag.
But she can't get better, because everybody's calling her a fag.
Oh that chick, she's a stroppy cow.
She seems to have got that reputation somehow.
The gossip is right in front of our faces.
Reaching in to hidden places.
It'll eat us up for dinner.
She's had sex? Hey - we got ourselves a winner.
They're just hooked, hooked on the same stupid thing.
A journalist once wrote that he's stopped wearing his wedding ring (oh my god)
They're all hooked, they want more and more sick stuff.
Which I know is never enough.
But that's life, babe, it's gonna be tough.
It's the cling film, wrapping it to us.
But we don't notice, and no one makes a fuss.
It's killing us, and yet we take it on.
We've been destroying each other all along.
They're all hooked, hooked on the scandal of the day.
Let's just cheer for it, say fucking hip hip hooray.
Look, there's that girl, who everyone calls a hoe,
Just cause of some rumour that went round some time ago.
I'm afraid everyone's caught up in it,
To me it's all the same,
Some new rumour every day,
Locked up in this sick game,
Must I close my eyes so I can't see the world
In a realistic way?
Should I take all the good things I have
And throw them all away?
Hooked on this,
So fucking hooked.
With that week's scandal in the place of a king.
They're all hooked, hooked on some happy slap delay.
Which I know is not okay.
But it's easier that way.
That girl, oh she's such a slag.
But she can't get better, because everybody's calling her a fag.
Oh that chick, she's a stroppy cow.
She seems to have got that reputation somehow.
The gossip is right in front of our faces.
Reaching in to hidden places.
It'll eat us up for dinner.
She's had sex? Hey - we got ourselves a winner.
They're just hooked, hooked on the same stupid thing.
A journalist once wrote that he's stopped wearing his wedding ring (oh my god)
They're all hooked, they want more and more sick stuff.
Which I know is never enough.
But that's life, babe, it's gonna be tough.
It's the cling film, wrapping it to us.
But we don't notice, and no one makes a fuss.
It's killing us, and yet we take it on.
We've been destroying each other all along.
They're all hooked, hooked on the scandal of the day.
Let's just cheer for it, say fucking hip hip hooray.
Look, there's that girl, who everyone calls a hoe,
Just cause of some rumour that went round some time ago.
I'm afraid everyone's caught up in it,
To me it's all the same,
Some new rumour every day,
Locked up in this sick game,
Must I close my eyes so I can't see the world
In a realistic way?
Should I take all the good things I have
And throw them all away?
Hooked on this,
So fucking hooked.