Wise guy with cigarette stains on his moustache
Has been standing on the street outside my house
Cool shades and dark black suit, with the stomach of a well fed boy
Does this man even know me
Will he come knocking at my door
If I told you too much, you'd be in a shallow grave
Excuse me sir i shouted out from the comfort of my room
Can I help you look for someone
You've been here all afternoon
Wise guys not playing games as he looks me in the eyes
Saying nothing with his words
But he offered me a smile
And my heart sunk down to the floor
If I told you too much, you'd be in a shallow grave