[Instrumental opening] [Verse 1] (They're here) It's my pleasure to welcome you To your new home in apartment 2 With one bedroom and a splendid view Just don't forget when the rent is due... We expect all residents to: Abide by tenancy rules: Keep quiet, keep clean, keep telling the truth Present evidence of any elements who Have better to do than to comply With our societal requirements Those who stay in line Might just live to see retirement Pay no mind as I ask just Why the other night you went To the laundry room to hide That item in the dryer friend? This block is state-provided And you'd better be wise to be grateful Side with every rule and statement and you'll find food on the table It's not state-provided You find decadence is waste full It's been perfect since the state decided What decor is taste full As Property Manager, my job is sorting the utilities Disposal of the garbage and the laundering facilities Why would I compile a report on your activities? I'm just a standard landlord... GLORY TO THE LUMISTRY [Chorus, switch singers] Lock the doors and close the curtains, hold your breath if you should speak your sins But you can't keep a secret from the building that you keep it in Be a friend to your fellow tenants Show a smile and keep it pleasant But know everyone's a friend until you need to turn some people in It's the breathing on the phone, hiding just beneath the tone It's the things that shift when NO ONE'S HOME Well, you may be on your own, But you'll never be alone Yes, we all live here, but it's no one's home... [Verse 2, switch singers] (They're here) To get through the day It makes you to play by the rules and behave Does the state pre-approve all the tunes that you play? When alone in a room, well, to who do you pray? Assume that your neighbors are moving away When the black van comes in the night And you're numb to the sight Of another fumbling for somewhere to hide As their wife just runs for their life Before the ones with the guns can arrive And they're gone before the Sun can arise To a government provided bunker for some realignment It's just fine, you can trust it's a wonder full time Just go about your business normally No one's following, I'm not recording Your paranoia is awfully boring According to all of your friends that talk to me Most importantly, please speak clear when you're broadcasting Your honest thoughts on the law or of the property My provided mics are tiny And I can't transcribe properly [Verse 3] Should you ever behold Me with my peepers pressed to a keyhole You can trust I'm just checking the tumblers for rust I'm a custodian, not a Ministry mole Settle in for a night on the couch No questioning what that red light is about Now bleeping on your ceiling since the time you went out It's just a little gas lighting! Put aside any doubts... You're fine in your house, so you con fide to your spouse any crimes carried out Any tiny amount of new ideas found just a mite out of bounds 'Cause I'm writing them down in a timestamped account What's it matter, every night or two? If I sneak in, have a rifle through? But depending what I find, well, you'll Be faced with another kind of rifle, too Privacy is the cry of the Defiant to comply-ancy But grease my hand and I might not see Those books they banned from the libraries What do you mean, that's not yours? It appeared one night in your drawers? I have to report it, I regret But, of course, a toll and I could forget Social ideals are reliably pliable So the rise of a tyrant becomes entirely viable You will find that the spying is really quite justifiable Why are you crying? It's your blind eye that's liable Handy landlord here, to fix your ventilation whistling? Too many questions and it's not the air that needs conditioning That telephone's not tampered with No it isn't listening! But weary, it prefers the words: "Glory to the Lumistry" [Chorus, switch singers] Lock the doors and close the curtains, hold your breath if you should speak your sins But you can't keep a secret from the building that you keep it in Be a friend to your fellow tenants, show a smile and keep it pleasant But know everyone's a friend until you need to turn some people in... It's the breathing on the phone, hiding just beneath the tone It's the things that shift when NO ONE'S HOME Well, you may be on your own, but you'll never be alone Yes, we all live here, but it's no one's home... (THEY'RE HERE) [End]
