The old man down the block The curtains are all drawn To ward off prying eyes What's he hide with those locks? You could almost swear that You can hear the muffled cries
The lady two doors down She is in the backyard Messing as the sun sets She's digging in the ground She is filling holes with Every bit of evidence
They all got something to hide Secrets buried that you'll never find Such strange persons occupy their spare time In the odd hours of the night
The neighbor up the street Always in the tool shed Using machinery Reclusive and discreet You could almost swear that You can hear the sounds of screams
The housewife right next door As the family sits still In the darkly lit room She performs nightly chores Doesn't it seem odd that They no longer seem to move?
They all got something to hide Secrets buried that you'll never find Such strange persons occupy their spare time In the odd hours of the night
Who am I to blame? I know they think the same Who am I to judge? I won't hold a grudge If they only knew What's hidden from view Down in my cellar It would cause a stir
They all got something to hide Secrets buried that you'll never find Such strange persons occupy their spare time In the odd hours of the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
