Hi my good neighbour,
Well you see me naked through that
Crooked looking glass you got.
(I know you got it, got it, got it)
Well by the time you read the paper
I've shot six hundred little shivers,
Straight through your grim black heart
You see whenever I leave,
You know I've got you deceived,
Cause I'll be running around right to your side
And hide right under your sleeve.
A dull life.
A hearthbreak
A lack of imagination
You'll know why
But if you find the right binoculars
And if you poke through your peephole
Then I'd know, that you know that
I know that you're fucked
You know the story goes,
That if you're friend or a foe
If you break into my private life,
I'll show you stuff that makes you choke.
Its all that endless non-fiction
You're being beaten by reality's cold
Devastating blows
You wanna get it get get it?
You try too get it get it get it
You wanna get it get it get it
You see whenever i leave,
I know you've got me deceived,
Cause I run around right to your side
And hide right under your sleeve.
And so the story goes, that if you're friend or a foe
You cannot poke your nose
In my backyard before I've told you so.
And so the story goes,
If you're a beggar with a pot of gold
If you break into my private life I'll fill yours with
Endless, boring non-fiction
You know the story goes,
That if you're friend or a foe
If you break into my private life,
I'll show you stuff that makes you choke.
Its all that endless non-fiction
If you break into my private life,
I'll show you stuff that makes you choke.
You see whenever I leave,
You know I've got you deceived,
Cause I'll be running around right to your side
And hide right under your sleeve.
Do you get it get get it?
Well do you get it get it get it
Well do you get it get it get it
You're too slow