Haven't you Heard

Jeff Buckley
Sketches (For My Sweetheart the Drunk) (1998)
 

Your wish is my command!
Have you heard this talk about eye contact
Gonna be the downfall of this town
First the photographs take you to the right hands
Leads you to the authority mould

Paranoia will write the world prayer
Make sure that you fit in the right holes
But when you take his offer, you’re done for
Done for, done for, oooh....

Phantoms in pockets, we’re in panic
Making order in total disgust
Oh, they read a list of all who cannot stay
Take you down, on the ground

Paranoia will write this world prayer
Make sure that you fit in the right holes
But when you take his offer, you’re done for
Done for, oooh....

Make sure you learn to beware your neighbour
Bolt the doors and hire your guards
Suck your life with their virus called

Language

Someone told you this all would go down And the last thing you see is the lustre
Hold the razor, goodbye to your friends
Would your underground please call the mayor
Call the neighbour, call your friends

Paranoia will write the world prayer
Make sure that you fit in the right holes
But when you take his offer, you’re done for
Done for, done for, oooh....

Well, when he first saw you
You’d need no protection
Eyes trained on your mouth
You’ll learn to take him
Hmmm, It’s a brand new power, oh

My friends had her questions right
Beware your neighbour
Haven’t you heard, haven’t you heard
That we’re done for. Oh
Learn to beware your neighbour
And the right mode
Haven’t you heard?
Haven’t you heard
That we’re done for, done for? Oh

When I count down from ten
You’ll feel the lead in your lids
You’ll have no need to exist
And wake up refreshed.