And the phone just won't stop screaming.
Please leave my party now in peace.
Cause undercover comes to naturally.
Overdone and dull routine.
Cause they tap our calls
And listen through the walls
And hide in every hall watching me.
Here they come.
Saying, "Where have you gone?
What have you done?
Are you wearing a wire?
Are you playing dumb?"
So just how long have you been standing there?
What exactly did you hear?
Stealing heaven you will sure catch hell.
And then you'll know too well
when you are fired.
Here they come.
Saying, "Where have you gone?
What have you done?
Are you wearing a wire?
Are you even aware?
Where have you gone?
What have you done?
Are you wearing a wire?"
In a van on the corner there's a posse
All with headphones on by an audio board
And a gun in a cheap suit shrugs who
they pay made mint to decipher every word.
And this is what he heard:
"And the stars keeled over cut cards.
And the dealer set a fire for the cops"
Where have you gone?
What have you done?
Are you wearing a wire?
Are you even aware?
Where have you gone?
What have you done?
Are you wearing a wire?
Are you wearing a wire?
Will you show me where?
