Hampdens (The)
Lucky Man
Pay your taxes Mr Jones, there’s someone at your doorWatch out they’ll tap your phones, and undermine your floorsIs that a car outside your window?Work hard and take your train, you know someday they’ll come for youRead the paper Mr Jones, there’s a headline in your mindAbout a guy who dies trying to roll the diceHide a card inside your sleeveDon’t believe the headlines that you read between the linesAnd you make me feel like I’m alone at nightThough you keep me close and hold me tightI’m not dreaming of a way to leave there’s only comfort in the lies you tell meWatch your back now Mr Jones, there’s a war on don’t you know?They’re calling in their loans, leaving no where else to goLook for the car outside your windowGather up your wife and kids and leave without a sound
From Letras Mania