(Here we come)
Spies
Spies
Spies
Friends and neighbours all disappear
Get outta my life go on get out of here
You peer in windows you listen at doors
Go on and clean up your own backyards
You think I’m crazy you think I’m a saint
Well this is private property no secrets for sale
Chorus
No surprise telling lies
In disguise no surprise
There are spies
There are
Spies
Spies
Loose lips sink relationships
Something is rotten someone stinks
Don’t guess what I’m saying
I don’t assume what you think
[I have lies to get lies kind]
Well
Get out my curse
Get out my something will jump all over your face
Chorus
Invasion of privacy
Invasion of mind
Don’t look for alibies
[xxx] excuses
Don’t call me paranoid
You started the shooting
Spies
Spies
Spies
Spies
Look out for all their spies
(guitar solo)
Just look what’s happened to communication
Sometimes [xxx]lowest gets all [degradation]
[xxx] smile and really mean it
Look for something deeper in it
Its rather sad
Rather pathetic
Can’t get much worse it can only get better
Chorus
Spies
Look out
