Lyrics
Have you heard the crooked news
The walls have drunken ears
So tuned they are for music but so poorly do they hear
Your voice under your breath
Keep your cards close to your chest
Careful what you say around here
You go running back to Massa with the jewels that you have mined
But do you always make an offering of the gilded shit you find
Maybe you're afraid yeah you feel that you're a fraud
Too worried 'bout the rest of us, oh, Lord
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
Oh Watergate's got nothing on these here barroom blues
Except that some things matter while the others they confuse
You lean into the gale with your shoulder and its pride
Retreat back to the bar which is many egos 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
Have you heard the crooked news
The walls have drunken ears
So tuned they are for music but so poorly do they hear
Your voice under your breath
Keep your cards close to your chest
Careful what you say around here
I'm drowning in a river of your tears
Oh baby the walls have drunken ears
