Sweeping all the dirt under the rug   Never let you know just what they're thinking of   What they do behind closed doors   hiding all the things that you've been waiting for      Clandestine people you're so surreptitious   Clandestine people you're so very suspicious      All your vicious sneaking around   Putting up a front so that the truth can't be found   Someday soon you'll make a small slip   And be forced out in the open 'spite of all your trips      Where are all your secrets right now   Curiously tucked beneath your furtive brow   What is it you're trying to hide   Someday it will eat you all up inside