Tekst Utworu

Craft an eye-sized hole in the panelling Just large enough to be mistaken for weathering Grab a foldout and a pocket-sized umbrella Come see a spectacle you won't find on your aerial Who needs a novel, there's new stories just been sat outside Sat in your ghillie suit and in the flowerbed time Try suddenly observing all the comings, all the goings A self-fulfilling saviour taking notes on bad behaviour Ding, dang, dong Three strikes for the snitching hour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour And thy neighbour loves thee Not so shifty, think you'll find that that is a twitch But any slight deviation is crucial for a snitch Sweaty palms and matted hair While of course the sun is beaming There will be infiltrators thats not down to us to contemplate Shivering just like a dog that's shitting evidence Left your place smiley, live out infantile fantasies Subliminal encouragement to be the boon the state deserves Well who'd have thought it if you see it, say it, it is sorted Ding, dang, dong Three strikes for the snitching hour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour And thy neighbour loves thee Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour And thy neighbour loves thee It's the season of the squealer All knowing, telling revealer From day dot they'll have you yelling Listening and telling It's the season of the squealer All knowing, telling revealer From day dot they'll have you yelling Listening and telling It's the season of the squealer All knowing, telling revealer From day dot they'll have you yelling Listening and telling It's the season of the squealer All knowing, telling revealer From day dot they'll have you yelling Listening and telling It's the season of the squealer All knowing, telling revealer From day dot they'll have you yelling Listening and telling It's the season of the squealer All knowing, telling revealer From day dot they'll have you yelling Listening and telling It's the season of the squealer (It's the season of the squealer) All knowing, telling revealer (All knowing, telling revealer) From day dot they'll have you yelling Listening and telling It's the season of the squealer (It's the season of the squealer) All knowing, telling revealer From- Day Dot- They'll- Have- You- Yelling, I said Ding dang, Ding dang, Ding dang, Ding dang Eight strikes for, the snitching hour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour And thy neighbour loves thee (Thee, thee, thee, thee, thee, thee) Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour Love thy neighbour
Writer(s): William Alan King, Alfred Charles Husband, George Frederick Ullyott, Zachary Lawrence Woolley, Poppy Jacqueline Richler, Samuel Christopher Lance Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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