They caught a spy in your house last night,
It was all they could do.
I for one am waiting for the trial to begin,
Burn him out of my life.

For a clear brain is all we can ask for, more than
Tight legs, mountain tops,

Because I had a dream that we were all frauds,
Jittering in our fine blue suits,
And though our eyes were shut in smooth steel,
Just waiting to be found out.