You can lie to the papers You can hide from the press You can fake it on stage You can crawl from your cage You can search and destroy You can kill and depend on it I know your tainted flesh I know your filthy soul I know each trick you played Whore you laid Dream you stole I know the bed in the room in the wall In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all I know the secrets that you keep I know where you sleep