Where I walk, the shadows hide
When I call you know my story
Do they have to see us naked
To remember where we're going?
I don't even care that much
Tell me how they always listen
Looking for a smoking gun
I really gotta take this call
Now the officers arriving
I don't think that I can buy it
No, I'm not going quietly
I don't even care that much
Tell me how they always listen
Looking for a smoking gun
I really gotta take this call
Your face on the wall at the federal police
Well, you've got enough things to run from and to run to
Your face on the wall at the federal police
You've got enough things to run from and to run to
Hey, to run to, to run to