Chatterbox

Don't you know the walls, they've got ears 'round here, Can't you hear the rumours?, Coming up from the floors... And the fly's on the ceiling 'cos he can't find the the sky, As he looks down on us with his thousand buggy eyes, Can't take a breathe here without him knowing the reason why, Shut your mouth, you can't trust your freinds, Because, Jack The Fibber he lies, round the bend And all his whispering... you know it makes me want to shout, Cos don't you know that he heard that I found out! The Devil will find work for idle hands to do, Guess that goes the same for bored lips too... Now you've got loose lips they're gonna get you in shit, Digging yourself down deeper in the latrine pit, You go pitter patter, pitter patter, right own down! Shut your mouth, you can't trust your freinds, Because, Jack The Fibber he lies, round the bend And all his whispering... you know it makes me want to shout, Cos don't you know that he heard that I found out! I found out... I found out!