Matthew Good Band

The red, red lips
Of some secret solution
The Central Intelligence Agency
Has a file that's a mile longer than peace
She's naked on the phone
Watching them back
No eyes, just their stupid grins
They long to be liberal mannequins
And in their tiny room
They eat Chinese food
And they don't call their wives
Cause the girl in the window is
Pressing her breasts up against the window pane
The guy they're after on the floor below her is
Cutting cocaine
Higher than the building
A one way trip
Whoever thought she'd miss
The ins and outs of oxygen
The darkest side of the biggest goddamn ride
You've ever been on
Her mother loves that show
Even though she never gets the answers right
It's easier to play along
Sometimes more than being wrong