Have you heard the crooked news The walls have drunken ears So tuned they are for music but so poorly do they hear Your voice under your breath Keep your cards close to your chest Careful what you say around here
You go running back to Massa with the jewels that you have mined But do you always make an offering of the gilded shit you find Maybe you′re afraid yeah you feel that you're a fraud Too worried ′bout the rest of us, oh, Lord
This whole town is feeling tired The eyes are out of tears This old bar is much too small The walls have drunken ears The walls have drunken ears
Oh Watergate's got nothing on these here barroom blues Except that some things matter while the others they confuse You lean into the gale with your shoulder and its pride Retreat back to the bar which is many egos wide
This whole town is feeling tired The eyes are out of tears This old bar is much too small The walls have drunken ears The walls have drunken ears
Leave no bridge unburned Is the motto of the year Leave no bridge unburned I can feel the flames from here Leave no bridge unburned my dear
Have you heard the crooked news The walls have drunken ears So tuned they are for music but so poorly do they hear Your voice under your breath Keep your cards close to your chest Careful what you say around here I'm drowning in a river of your tears Oh baby the walls have drunken earsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
