Letra da Música: Death Of An Insurance Salesman - Big City Dreams

Tread lightly
'cause there's landmines in the yard
and nightly
there's a sentry keeping guard
to watch me move
they want my moves

Breathe quietly
they listen through the walls
and nightly
they monitor my calls
they want my moves
they want my moves

Hear me hear me you
We broke your friends now we'll break you
Don't you know, we smell your fear
Now listen here

They're pointing
at how I'm wrapped up in a tarp
They're laughing
at how they've got me in the dark
they've got my moves
they've got my moves

Breathe quietly
'cause they listen through your walls
and nightly they monitor your calls
they want your moves
they want your moves