Lyrics

Darling, won't you lock the door, I'm scared of going out There's a big, mean, nasty world, they'll kill me, no doubt If I go beyond these walls, my words misconstrued I'll be dead before sunrise, you know people hate the truth These days it's not what you say These days it's the evil games you play These days you twist the truth, you bend the facts If someone looks weak then you attack These days Darling, I'm not sure I heard that deadbolt click in place I don't mean to bother you, I just feel I'm being chased It's the news at six on politics, just fuels my paranoia With hateful words they'll hold you down so that's all they'll show ya These days it's not what you say These days it's the evil games you play These days you twist the truth, you bend the facts If someone looks weak then you attack These days They're puppeteers, ventriloquists, they'll fool you with ease They will steer their sinking ship devoid of sympathy An empty vessel, no conscience to wrestle What a life when you think you're always right These days it's not what you say These days it's the evil games you play These days you twist the truth, you bend the facts If someone looks weak then you attack If you wanna be strong there's money for that If you wanna be tall, stand on someone's back 'Cause what's honest work to a Cadillac? And when's integrity ever paid you back? In these days
Writer(s): Jon Beyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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