all this cloak and dagger stuff
you love to play with your friends
around a raucous game board
with your milk and cookies;
you don’t fool me
i know when I leave the room, the beer comes out
and the music with the naughty lyrics
all that teenager stuff
perfected by a bunch of grown men.
none of you fool me
‘coz I set up the cameras
and rigged the board with a mic
because you see, i’m worse than you:
i’ve got nothing better to do.