you look across the table with those guilty eyes
so many mornings now
i shouldn't be surprised
when you lash out at me then you scream out in the night
what could you have done to get in such an awful fright?
is it all that bad that you think i shouldn't see?
well who're you gonna talk to if you can't tell me?
where'd you hide the body?
where'd you stash the loot?
just keep your hands where i can see them
so i don't have to shoot
there's a smoking pistol at your side
that you swear it's not the one
where'd you hide the body?
where'd you get the gun?
where'd you hide the body?
where'd you get the gun?
when cornered you complain about the state of your career
and you look intently straight ahead
pretending i'm not here
and you look me in the eye and say it's not about us"