Old School
The unseen mechanized eye
Under surveillance
The road is full of cats eyes
It's sick function to pry
The spy in the cab
Coldly observing- callously reserving
A drivers time
Automated autonomy
Playing on his mind
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab
An eye for an eye
A spy for an eye
An eye for an eye
A spy for a spy
A twenty-four hour unblinking watch
Installed to pry
Installed to cop
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab
I spy with my little e
40 Days. 40 Fights.
You look a lot lot better tonight,
You and I should go out for a fight,
We need a holiday,
But not today another day
You need eyes in the front of your head,
And a spine with a built in bed,
I don't want anybody else to know,
So I won't be telling them i love you,
For all of the things you do,
Though I can't even recall your name,
There's something beautiful about it though
Well good luck to your lady tonight,
I took piece of her heart well not quite,
She stole a peice of mine,
And chewed it up and threw it back
I need help to get over the pain,
but the memories still remain,
I loved her friendly eyes,
The way they looked at each other it moves me,
To tears like a hall of film,
And I don't even recall her name,
There's something beautiful about it though
Now there's a good good feeling tonight,
Just a feeling that something is right,
We can minimalise the pain,
Forget that it was ever there
Look at all the possibles,
Throw answers out to the world,
Its hard its hard its hard,
Its hard its hard its hard,
Its hard when you don't know how,
But I'll be here to throw you some clues,
Don't even have to know your name
Something beautiful about it though,
Something beautiful about it though,
Forty days and forty fights,
Forty days and forty fights