Written：Graeme Clark/Tommy Cunningham/Neil Mitchell Ain't got enough, so I go out and get some more It got so bad it nearly left me lying on the floor I start to thinking that it's wearing on my soul But I got to get it better tonight You know raindrops keep fallin’ on my windowpane They make my company Now I can hear them knocking on my door Now should I let them in? When I look at the faces baby You see how the other half dies, yeah When I look at the faces baby I've got to, got to, got to Let them come on in Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me lies I get the picture cause you never got it sold I get it handed back, it turns into a tray of gold I'm just a victim of the promises you told And I count the cost of living tonight You gotta bottle the past and number the label (number the label) You gotta drink to the future, girl and ready and able Get a grip with a new fixation (fixation) And take them all and let them all in (should I let them in) When I look at the faces baby You see how the other half dies, yeah When I look at the faces baby I've got to, got to, got to Let them come on in Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me lies Ooooh, ooooh, should I let them in Should I let them all, Let them all come in Should I let them all come in, yeah hey Should I let them all, Let them all come in Should I let them all come in Should I let them all come in Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me lies Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me Lies
Written：Graeme Clark/Tommy Cunningham/Neil Mitchell Ain't got enough, so I go out and get some more It got so bad it nearly left me lying on the floor I start to thinking that it's wearing on my soul But I got to get it better tonight You know raindrops keep fallin’ on my windowpane They make my company Now I can hear them knocking on my door Now should I let them in? When I look at the faces baby You see how the other half dies, yeah When I look at the faces baby I've got to, got to, got to Let them come on in Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me lies I get the picture cause you never got it sold I get it handed back, it turns into a tray of gold I'm just a victim of the promises you told And I count the cost of living tonight You gotta bottle the past and number the label (number the label) You gotta drink to the future, girl and ready and able Get a grip with a new fixation (fixation) And take them all and let them all in (should I let them in) When I look at the faces baby You see how the other half dies, yeah When I look at the faces baby I've got to, got to, got to Let them come on in Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me lies Ooooh, ooooh, should I let them in Should I let them all, Let them all come in Should I let them all come in, yeah hey Should I let them all, Let them all come in Should I let them all come in Should I let them all come in Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me lies Your lip service getting Right out of order Better keep looking Or she'll blow my cover She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight I will only tell you stories You will only tell me Lies
