Listen to the sound bites of your neighbors   Through the paper thin walls   Making variations on their stories   Told with southern drawls   Look into the dustbin   Pick through rubbish   Finding clues to bare   Ponder their discussion   Noshed oh muffins   Torn up papers spared   If you value your own skin   Stop yourself from listening in   Lovelorn letters   Tarred and feathered   We are on display   Private lives   Have all been scattered   Mysteries gone away   Following traces for disgraces   You have crossed the line   Walking in shadows searching   Secret places it's a sign   You've got ears but so have I   Listen close as you walk by   Sticking your ears   Into affairs of others has a price   The stakes are higher than you think   It's time to roll the dice   Won't be so lucky this time around   You'll disappear not a trace to be found