Honesty

There's a knocking at the door From a hand that's knocked before There's a rumbling underground It's an old familiar sound And when you hear me calling up I'm not surprised you don't pick up And when you hear me calling up You don't pick up the phone You say I'm sick of your sick of your honesty You're looking at me so gormlessly There's nothing you say I wanna hear I'm sick of your sick of your honesty There's a black Mercedes hearse There's a pointless second verse And when you hear me calling up I'm not surprised you don't pick up And when you hear me calling up You'd rather be alone You say I'm sick of your sick of your honesty You're looking at me so gormlessly There's nothing you say I wanna hear I'm sick of your sick of your honesty