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