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In the not very distant future
<noinclude>{{Lyrics for|No Hiding Place}}</noinclude>
In the not very distant future<br>
When everything will be free<br>
There won't be any cute secrets<br>
Let alone any novelty<br>
<br>
You can say anything you want to<br>
In your fetching cloak of anonymity<br>
Are you feeling out of breath now?<br>
In your desperate pursuit of infamy<br>
<br>
Two lovers rocking up and down<br>
In an elevator<br>
15 minutes later<br>
They'll make a killing in the market<br>
They know how to work it<br>
On that close circuit<br>
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace<br>
You'll find these days that there's<br>
No Hiding Place<br>
<br>
How proud you are<br>
You got the knack<br>
Of howling in a vacuum<br>
Whatever I said about you<br>
I didn't say it behind your back<br>
<br>
I paid for my immortal sins<br>
I know the enemy within you<br>
As it seems these days<br>
There is no hiding place<br>
<br>
Next time someone wants to hurt you<br>
Or set alight your effigy<br>
Don't call on me to help you out<br>
Don't come crying to me for sympathy<br>
You stay there with your daubs and scratches<br>
While I summon up the red machine<br>
I'll be handing somebody matches<br>
And carrying a can of kerosene<br>
<br>
Walk up to me<br>
And say what you said<br>
Let's see how brave you are<br>
When I'm about this far<br>


When everything will be free
You sit in judgment and bitch<br>
 
Well, baby that's rich<br>
There won't be any cute secrets
You're nothing but a snitch<br>
 
<br>
Let alone any novelty
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace<br>
 
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace<br>
You can say anything you want to
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace<br>
 
You'll find these days that there's<br>
In your fetching cloak of anonymity
No Hiding Place<br>
 
Are you feeling out of breath now
 
In your desperate pursuit of infamy
 
 
 
Two lovers rocking up and down
 
In an elevator 15 minutes later
 
They'll make a killing in the market
 
They know how to work it on that closed circuit
 
My my it's a terrible disgrace
 
You find these days that there's no hiding place
 
 
 
How proud you are
 
You got the knack of howling in a vacuum
 
Whatever I said about you
 
I didn't say it behind your back
 
I paid for my immortal sins
 
I know the enemy within you
 
As it seems these days there is no hiding place
 
 
 
Next time someone wants to hurt you
 
Or set alight your effigy
 
Don't call on me to help you out
 
Don't come crying to me for sympathy
 
You stay there with your dogs and scratches
 
While I summon up the red machine
 
I'll be handing somebody matches
 
And carrying a can of kerosene
 
 
 
Walk up to me and see what you said
 
Let's see how brave you are when I'm about this far
 
You sit in judgement and bitch
 
Well baby that's rich
 
You're nothing but a snitch
 
 
 
My my it's a terrible disgrace
 
My my it's a terrible disgrace
 
My my it's a terrible disgrace
 
You find these days that there's no hiding place

Latest revision as of 02:36, 22 April 2009

lyrics for
No Hiding Place

In the not very distant future
When everything will be free
There won't be any cute secrets
Let alone any novelty

You can say anything you want to
In your fetching cloak of anonymity
Are you feeling out of breath now?
In your desperate pursuit of infamy

Two lovers rocking up and down
In an elevator
15 minutes later
They'll make a killing in the market
They know how to work it
On that close circuit
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
You'll find these days that there's
No Hiding Place

How proud you are
You got the knack
Of howling in a vacuum
Whatever I said about you
I didn't say it behind your back

I paid for my immortal sins
I know the enemy within you
As it seems these days
There is no hiding place

Next time someone wants to hurt you
Or set alight your effigy
Don't call on me to help you out
Don't come crying to me for sympathy
You stay there with your daubs and scratches
While I summon up the red machine
I'll be handing somebody matches
And carrying a can of kerosene

Walk up to me
And say what you said
Let's see how brave you are
When I'm about this far

You sit in judgment and bitch
Well, baby that's rich
You're nothing but a snitch

My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
My, my, it's a terrible disgrace
You'll find these days that there's
No Hiding Place