"The Snitching Hour" lyrics

"The Snitching Hour"

Craft an eye-sized hole in the panelling
Just large enough to be mistaken for weathering
Grab a foldout and a pocket-sized umbrella
Come see a spectacle you won't find on your aerial
Who needs a novel, there's new stories just been sat outside
Sat in your ghillie suit and in the flowerbed time
Try suddenly observing all the comings, all the goings
A self-fulfilling saviour taking notes on bad behaviour

Ding, dang, dong
Three strikes for the snitching hour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
And thy neighbour loves thee

Not so shifty, think you'll find that that is a twitch
But any slight deviation is crucial for a snitch
Sweaty palms and matted hair
While of course the sun is beaming
There will be infiltrators that's not down to us to contemplate
Shivering just like a dog that's shitting evidence
Left your place smiley, live out infantile fantasies
Subliminal encouragement to be the boon the state deserves
Well who'd have thought it if you see it, say it, it is sorted

Ding, dang, dong
Three strikes for the snitching hour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
And thy neighbour loves thee
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
And thy neighbour loves thee

It's the season of the squealer
All knowing, telling revealer
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling
It's the season of the squealer
All knowing, telling revealer
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling
It's the season of the squealer
All knowing, telling revealer
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling
It's the season of the squealer
All knowing, telling revealer
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling
It's the season of the squealer
All knowing, telling revealer
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling
It's the season of the squealer
All knowing, telling revealer
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling
It's the season of the squealer (It's the season of the squealer)
All knowing, telling revealer (All knowing, telling revealer)
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling
It's the season of the squealer (It's the season of the squealer)
All knowing, telling revealer
From-
Day Dot-
They'll-
Have-
You-
Yelling, I said

Ding dang, Ding dang, Ding dang, Ding dang
Eight strikes for, the snitching hour

Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
And thy neighbour loves thee
(Thee, thee, thee, thee, thee, thee)
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour


Writer(s): Samuel Christopher Lance Jones, Poppy Jacqueline Richler, Zachary Lawrence Woolley, George Frederick Ullyott, Alfred Charles Husband, William Alan King
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