Found a camera in the cupboard
Another in the fan
Someone wants to know what I’m doing
Eavesdropping on a man
Feast your eyes if you want to
I’m no stranger to the game
Ran interference all my days
Now I run counterintelligence on you
Getting fitted for size in the memorial garden
Back of my mind I’m looking for bugs
That’s not the way to ruin my day
The boys are itching for a crispy evening
And my bond is ironclad
So, as I fish the wires from the shelf
I don’t think fondly of your plan
'til death do us part doesn’t have to be an oath
It could be penciled into my day
So instead of leaving surveillance under the bread
Maybe plan your own debauchery
Engage in stag party spycraft
You’ve met your match babe
Only one thing I’m better at than lovin’ you
I made my life a series of dangerous games
And if you want to move your piece to this board
Realize you are risking everything
Baby let me have this one escape
The boys are loaded in the party bus
Aching for some sundown
Doors seal up and here’s the gas
Numbly watching you have your way
Getting fitted for size in the memorial garden
Wasted my time looking for bugs
Totally wasted my day
Me and the boys live forever
In the memorial garden
Last thing I see the smile on your face
Way to play the longest game
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals
Steve Murphy - Guitar
Micah Robinson - Guitar
Carl Cunningham - Bass