Suits
You bin sayin' you got something for me,
Something of a fine for sinfulness;
You bin playin' where you shoulda bin payin',
But now we got your name 'n' your address.
These suits are made for stalkin',
And that's just what we'll do.
If you think of leavin' town,
We'll stalk all over you.
You bin sayin' that you'll see us later,
That you're free to leave, and that's a fact.
But we're collectin' new computer data – hah! –
And where you go, you're goin' to be tracked.
These suits are made for stalkin',
And that's just what we'll do.
If you think of leavin' town,
We'll stalk all over you.
You tell us that we got itchy triggers,
That we've no right to watch you come and go:
But what's the sense in all these facts and figures,
If we can't tag your travels to and fro?
These suits are made for stalkin',
And that's just what we'll do.
If you think of leavin' town,
We'll stalk all over you.
Are you ready, suits? Start stalkin'!
