Chorus      The walls have ears, the windows have eyes    and a wise man tells no lies   The walls have ears, the windows have eyes    and a dead man tells no lies      Repeat      No lies, no lies, no lies   And a dead man tells no lies      If these walls could talk   They would tell you things you wouldn't believe   These windows have seen sights you couldn't imagine   And it can't be erased by Windex or a coat of paint      Chorus      Surprise!!!   For each and every wall that ever stood it has a story   Some are not so obvious and some are self-explantory   It's padded wall in my laboratory   They're lookin through the keyhole of you dormitory   Meanwhile, up in my observatory, my telescope sees the glory   And it also sees the horror and the gory they speak derogatory   These walls in this hotel room   Tell more tales about fat tales and head   It was heard but never said, instead the walls bleed   Yeah, while they bleeding   You could hear the couples cheating, undercover meetings   Behind these seedy motel walls best believe they had it all   Wreaking balls don't bounce against the wall    to make that building fall   The walls outside my apartment complex    building projects are so complex   Yet they are taken all out of text   Like the wall of Berlin, the wall of 'Nam, the wall of China   And my tag on the wall as a reminder      Chorus      Now of course the eyes are the true windows to the soul   As well as the window to the world's soul   Whether plain glass or stained glass   Every set of eyes has a set of windows with a set of eyes      Now tell me what the world would be    if we did not have windows (We did not have windows)   You would hardly ever catch the criminal or see the swindle   Everyone inside would need A/C when they assemble   A private penitentiary at home is what it might resemble   See my window-pane got so much pain   The glass is busting out the frame   So let the candle kindle in the window as a symbol   I be leavin' my window open hoping that I might get a breeze   But when the wind comes in the eyes    come in and eyes don't seem to want to leave   Because spying eyes by eyeing the prize    and eyeing on your movement   You can change your wall and windows    with some building home improvement   But looky looos they still be trying    you look inside your window   The walls will hear it ever single time you voice crescendos   It's enough to make you tremble, leave you in limbo   Can it also be simple?   Because these are fundamentals    for the mental so don't get sentimental   Because these are not your windows   these wall are really rentals   They know everything your into   And all the business that you tend to   So keep your windows rolled up   and don't hold up the wall against the floor   And while you're window shopping   don't bother stopping at my store   I put a note in the window, but you couldn't read what is said    So I took a rock and carved it in the glass and it read:      Chorus      Repeat