"Private Eye" lyrics
"Private Eye"
I'm
The private eye
Hot on your trail
The top gun for hire
You'll find me lurking in the shadows
Always searching for a clue
I'm the bulletproof detective
I got my eye on you
[The Private Eye:]
Snapshot in the parking lot
Man and woman embrace
Partners in crime ignite the infidelity
Into these crimes of passion
Betrayal, I see it every day
Like my own reflection in the mirror staring back at me
Another case
Another bottle of booze
Life is no longer a mystery to me
Cause I'm
The private eye
Hot on your trail
The top gun for hire
You'll find me lurking in the shadows
Always searching for a clue
I'm the bulletproof detective
I got my eye on you
[The Private Eye:]
11:18 pm
Subject is checking into the Desert Palms Motel
Accompanied by an unknown female
[Unknown female:]
So, what turns you on?
[Subject:]
Pretend you're dead. That'll turn me on
[Unknown female:]
Sick little fuck, aren't ya?
[Subject:]
I just get what I want. Even if it's by force
[Unknown female:]
You don't have to rape the willing... got anything to drink?
[Subject:]
I'm not paying you to sit around and drink
[Unknown female:]
Well then shut up, I'll punch the clock, and you can fuck me til the blood scares you
[Sexualized moaning]
[Subject:]
Say goodnight, bitch!
The woman screams and her scream is silenced by a gun shot
Writer(s): Matthew Thomas Skiba, Daniel Andriano, Mike Felumlee
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