I can see what makes you nervous
I can see it in your sweat
As it's beading on your forehead,
But you aint seen nothing yet
It's a common truth, when then they come and the leak all the news to you
With a blindfold and a cigarette

I can tell what makes you panic
I can hear it on your breath
I can feel it getting formal
I can interpret the intent
It's a hidden truth,
It's a certain fluke,
When they come and they leak all the news to you
And they slammed you on the internet

Now everybody knows it
Yeah, everybody knows
And everybody's talking, like everybody does
They're saying there's no hot lines
No head lines
You're laughing at their deadlines, boys!
It looks like the end of the road

I don't believe it-
Numbers taking over
I don't believe it
This is so out of order
I heard it on the phone, but I just cannot believe it
"We feel it but we just can't seem to keep it a secret!"

Now everybody knows it
Yeah, everybody knows
And everybody's talking, like everybody does
They're saying there's no hot lines
No head lines
You're laughing at their deadlines, boys!
It looks like the end of the road

I don't agree,
But you'll take it like a soldier
Soldier, from the marquee, I can feel it getting colder
Colder hands can hold their own,
But damn, I just cannot concieve it
"We feel it but we just can't seem to keep it a secret!"

Now everybody knows it
Yeah, everybody knows
And everybody's talking, like everybody does
They're saying there's no hot lines
No head lines
You're laughing at their deadlines, boys!
It looks like the end of the road

I can see what makes you nervous
I can see it on your cleft
When they sink your petty pride until you aint got nothing left
Right through to the count of two,
When they come and they break all the news to you
And they'll hang you from the minarets

Now everybody knows it
Yeah, everybody knows
And everybody's talking, like everybody does
They're saying there's no hot lines
No head lines
You're laughing at their deadlines, boys!
It looks like the end of the road