You're telling me all the news
that's fit for me to know
You're asking me questions
when you know
where the answers go

You're giving me "choice":
Right or Left, on the same
two-headed snake
while you cover up my voice
like ice on a frozen lake

Don't tell me, I know
You've got secrets to keep
while we sleep
you'll find us another cold war
that's all about dreams
we don't know that we're working for

I dream at night
of four color lovers
in places I'll never be
I'm a star being born
between magazine covers
on the ready-to-wear high sea
it's reality-ware TV!

Don't mind me, I know
You've got secrets to tell
like Hell!
you'll promise a dream of relief,
of fame and wonder, but deliver
another
long hard road to grief

{Distorted rap:
Don't tell me you've got secrets to tell
you're livin' in sin while we're livin' in hell
fire in the kitchen is the secret you smell
in your fief, Thief!
We need relief, not this long hard road through a life of grief

Don't leave me, I'll go
we've got secrets to keep
and we'll sleep
and dream up another Cold War
about time,
and saving and taking
our ease
and all of the beautiful, fabulous things
we spend our lives
settling for