The walls ears, the windows have eyes And a wise man no lies The have ears, the windows have eyes And a dead man no lies
The walls have ears, the windows eyes And a man tells no lies The walls have ears, the windows eyes And a dead man no lies
No lies, no lies, no And a dead man tells no
If these walls talk They would tell you you wouldn't believe windows have seen sights you couldn't imagine And it can't be by Windex or a coat of paint
The walls have ears, the have eyes And a wise man tells no The have ears, the windows have eyes And a dead man tells no
For each and every wall that ever it has a story Some are not so and some are self-explanatory It's padded in my laboratory They're through the keyhole of you dormitory Meanwhile, up in my observatory, my sees the glory And it also sees the horror and the gory they speak
These walls in this room Tell tales about fat tales and head It was but never said, instead the walls bleed Yeah, they bleeding You could hear the cheating, undercover meetings Behind seedy motel walls, best believe they had it all Wreaking balls don't bounce the wall To make building fall
The walls outside my apartment projects are so complex Yet are taken all out of text Like the of Berlin, the wall of 'Nam, the wall of China And my tag on the as a reminder
The walls have ears, the have eyes And a man tells no lies The walls have ears, the windows have And a dead man tells no
Now of course the eyes are the true to the soul As well as the to the world's soul plain glass or stained glass Every set of eyes has a set of windows with a set of
Now tell me the world would be If we did not have (We did not windows) You hardly ever catch the criminal or see the swindle Everyone would need A/C when they assemble A private penitentiary at is what it might resemble See my window-pane got so much The is busting out the frame
So let the candle in the window as a symbol I be leavin' my window open, hoping that I might get a But when the wind comes in the in and eyes don't seem to want to leave Because eyes by eying the prize And eying on movement You can your wall and windows some building home improvement
But looky loose they still be You inside your window The walls hear it ever single time you voice crescendos enough to make you tremble, leave you in limbo Can it also be simple? Because are fundamentals For the mental, so don't get these are not your windows, these wall are really rentals
They know everything into And all the business that you to So keep windows rolled up And don't hold up the wall the floor And you're window shopping Don't stopping at my store I put a in the window, but you couldn't read what is said So I took a and carved it in the glass and it read
The walls have ears, the windows eyes And a wise man tells no The have ears, the windows have eyes And a dead man tells no
The walls ears, the windows have eyes And a wise man tells no The walls have ears, the windows eyes And a dead man no lies