Everything Under The Stars - Fun Lovin' Criminals

It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust

Ain’t out of the blue like we usually do

So me and Angelo came around about seven

With stars in our eyes from the press we were getting

Suspect from headache, you know a great deal

Your apathy fake but your parts are real

More than a little by the time it went down

I had crossed your path but you didn’t know how

A record claimed star by the end of the week

Set flames to the heat that’s all out in the street

The problems and pain runs hand in hand

When the mother of commerce ends up working for the band

The streets is watching

So keep on talking

Your time is ticking down, down, down

The streets is watching

So keep on talking

Your time is ticking down, down, down

Let’s catch fishes

Bombs make misses

You get served like dishes

Like the soft machine kisses your ass

It’s not one iota or a comma or a quota

It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust

Ain’t out of the blue like we usually do

So me and Angelo came around about seven

With stars in our eyes from the press we were getting

Suspect from headache you know a great deal

Your apathy fake but your parts are real

More than a little by the time it went down

I had crossed your path but you didn’t know how

A record claimed star by the end of the week

Set flames to the heat that’s all out in the street

The problems and pain runs hand in hand

When the mother of commerce ends up working for the band

The streets is watching

So keep on talking

Your time is ticking down, down, down

The streets is watching

So keep on talking

Your time is ticking down, down, down

Let’s catch fishes

Bombs make misses

You get served like dishes

Like the soft machine kisses your ass

It’s not one iota or a comma or a quota

When your time here is over

One bum, two bum, three bums more

If dispute you’re using, then you know what it’s for

A shot in the dark and after a thought

A lark

You hit the watermark but the thug didn’t bark

Oh yeah, that’s the sound of the police

They’re making the wave because your hand is greased

Can’t put nobody on unless they’re wearing a thong

But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman

If I can’t be true, I don’t want your money, baby

See, I’m happy being stealth

Can’t define my wealth

So, yo, go ask somebody else

Yeah, the streets is watching

Yeahn the streets is watching

I said the streets are watching