[ Featuring Wayne Murray ]
The room smells like stale cigarettes
Words are barely spoken through parted lips
Close the curtains to the world outside
We all grow up and learn to hide
Lies are like bullets in a loaded gun
Each one is dangerous and hard to outrun
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Bright city lights
The night on fire before our eyes
Play with matches and you'll get burnt
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Static from the television flickers in the room
The needle from the record player is stuck in the groove
A ballerina spinning on a music box
The clock is turning but time has stopped
Lies are like bullets in a loaded gun
Each one is dangerous and hard to outrun
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Bright city lights
The night on fire before our eyes
Play with matches and you'll get burnt
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
