One, two, ah one two three four
Have you heard the crooked news
The walls have drunken ears
So tune they have for music
But so poor they're to the ear
Your voice under your breath
Keep your cards close to your chest
Careful what you say around here
Ah, you go running back to Massa
With the jewels that you have mined
But do you always make an offering
Of the guilty shit you find
Maybe you're a fake
Yeah, you feel that you're a fraud
D'you worry about the rest of us, oh lord, hey
This whole town is feeling tired
The eyes are out of tears
This old bar is much too small
The walls have drunken ears
The walls have drunken ears
Hey, oh I'm outta here
Oh, Watergate's got nothin' on these here ballroom blues
Except that some things matter while the others they confuse
You lean into the gale with the shoulder and its pride
Retreat back to the bar which is many goes wide
This whole town is feeling tired
The eyes are out of tears
This old bar is much too small
The walls have drunken ears
The walls have drunken ears
Leave no bridge unburned is the motto of the year
Leave no bridge unburned, I can feel the flames from here
Leave no bridge unburned, my dear
One, two, ah one two three four
Have you heard the crooked news
Yeah, the walls have drunken ears
So tune they have for music
But so poor they're to the ear
Put your voice under your breath
Keep your cards close to your chest
Be careful what you say around here
But I am drowning in a river of your tears
Oh, baby the walls have drunken ears