Lyrics:
got hers in a auto crash somewhere
Bobby they got theirs from a general lack of taking care
Sammy got hers falling while dancing on the bar
Joey when he
the cold got Paris hell
Inside an old cursed pub / A real Brazil from behind a rose glass
Days had passed, movies too / my favorite actress has dated
don't meet the cause
He knows what's going on behind closed doors
Beware there's voodoo in the nights
Evil never dies
Evil never dies
A master
each others girlfriends
And it's still a secret mi amor forever ima keep this behind closed doors
[Chorus]
sharin', so be cautious where you walk
Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark
It might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you
To a five
room
Behind closed doors and curtains in the dark and the gloom
Desensitized by numbers, you're killing in threes
You aim a virtual weapon at society
be wrong
But I will certainly move on
Till when we will be safe behind closed doors
That seem to cover all our sins in this world
I feel safe
when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is
conference
With the ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence
Shall pay for days like these
The right to build communities
Is back behind closed
our duty to put right
What they put wrong
We've got to put an end to their wars And their laws
And their taking of decicions
Behind closed doors
slide closed
Leaving me alone
With the only one who could hurt me
Jackals hide behind handsome faces
Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, remind me, remind me
the skies above you
Know mine, aren't the same
But it's what I've grown used to
Images, that make it seem okay
Behind closed doors (Behind closed doors)
Show
dice that rolls across my floor
I’ve burnt all my bridges
And I’ve closed every door, every door.
I’m sure I had my reasons but now I’m not so sure
They
better believe
I know how to turn a profit with ease
(Suck my dick)
Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
Another negro startin' to decompose
From his casket the Scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose
Who knows that hate
That goes behind closed doors
I been soul searching
I been trying to find my fucking sole purpose
Found it, now I never felt so certain
Demons in my mind hide behind closed
line once more
The clock is ticking
I'm going to close this door
Knock when you're ready
It's taking too long
You better be here by nine
I'll rehearse my
and increase their powers
Now this propaganda play is a Game of Drones
Enforced by psychopaths behind their clones
There's nothing normal about this
There's
didn't open the way
Didn't see you leave
We were ashamed
We were hiding
Behind closed doors
They remained shut
They never reopened
We run away
To free us
watch your back
Need rapid-moving eyes just to keep track
Behind the Bush he makes the gut strings wail
You can't judge a dog by the wag of it's tail
leave me by my lonely
If I slide out with 1 pole, know my bros follow with 4
My dawg already cuffed that hoe so I can’t fuck show her the door
We gon wake
rings through the air
Through landscapes of dirt
And panoramas of lazy eyes
There is something else behind these walls and doors
Which lead to breakfast
have meetings
Behind closed doors
This is the safest job for them "
It's hustle i see ya lookin', wants to
See how I’m doing it, boy
Ya' might’ve
conference
With the ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence
Shall pay for days like these
The right to build communities
Is back behind closed
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