Lucky Man

Pay your taxes Mr Jones

There is someone at your door

Watch out they’ll tap your phones

And undermine your floors

Is that a call outside your window

We’ll call him take the train in or someday

They’ll come for you

Read the paper Mr Jones

There is a headline in your mind

Is about a guy who died

Trying to roll the dice

Hide a car inside your sleep

Don’t believe the headlines that you read

Between the lines

And you make me feel like I’m a low led night

Though you keep me close and hold me tight

I’m not dreaming over the way too lay

There is only comforting the lies you tell me

Watch your back now Mr Jones

There’s a warrant don’t you know

They’re calling in their lawns

Leaving no where rose to go

Look for the car outside your window

Gather up your waffling kids

And leave without a sound

And you make me feel like I’m a low led night

Though you keep me close and hold me tight

I’m not dreaming over the way too late

There is only comforting the lies you tell me