Robert Calvert - Fly On The Wall
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Like a fly on the wall
clocking all that you're saying
there's a bug in the hall
so there's no use in praying.
They've invaded your home.
They've invaded your privacy.
You thought you were alone
but there's always the microphone
listening in - before you begin
it's all on file.
While you wait in the queue
hanging round in the foyer
there's a lens fixed on you
(no it's not paranoia.)
It's a steel toothed comb
like the ones used for head-lice tests.
You can tell by the tone:
hollow echoing on the phone.
It's all on tape -
your voice-print's wave shape.
It's stored on file.
There's a sign on the door:
The Department of Secrets -
And in there there's yours,
all your hopes and your regrets.
They've invaded your home.
They've invaded your privacy.
You thought you were alone
but there's always the microphone
listening in - before you begin
it's all on file.