The next voice you hear will be your conscience
As you lie awake and try so hard to sleep
And your unfaithful heart will have to listen
To those shabby little secrets you keep
You'll be tormented like you tormented me
And tears of shame will fall with every memory
Oh the next voice you hear will have to listen
And you'll wish that you had listened to me
Your conscience is making a record of everything you do and say
And when your conscience plays that record back to you
You won't like the things you hear it say
You'll be tormented