Pay your taxes, Mr. Jones
There is someone at your door
Watch out, they’ll tap your phones
and undermine your floors
Is that a call outside your window
We’ll call him take the train, in or someday
They’ll come for you
Read the paper, Mr. Jones
There is a headline in your mind
Is about a guy who died
Trying to roll the dice
Hide a car inside your sleep
Don’t believe the headlines that you read
between the lines
And you make me feel like I’m a low led night
Though you keep me close and hold me tight
I’m not dreaming over the way too lay
There is only comforting the lies you tell me
Watch your back now, Mr. Jones
There’s a warrant don’t you know
They’re calling in their lawns
Leaving no where rose to go
Look for the car outside your window
Gather up your waffling kids
And leave without a sound
And you make me feel like I’m a low led night
Though you keep me close and hold me tight
I’m not dreaming over the way too late
There is only comforting the lies you tell me
- 专辑：The Last Party
- 歌手：The Hampdens
- 歌曲：Lucky Man
