Written：Graeme Clark/Tommy Cunningham/Neil Mitchell
Ain't got enough, so I go out and get some more
It got so bad it nearly left me lying on the floor
I start to thinking that it's wearing on my soul
But I got to get it better tonight
You know raindrops keep fallin’ on my windowpane
They make my company
Now I can hear them knocking on my door
Now should I let them in?
When I look at the faces baby
You see how the other half dies, yeah
When I look at the faces baby
I've got to, got to, got to
Let them come on in
Your lip service getting
Right out of order
Better keep looking
Or she'll blow my cover
She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight
I will only tell you stories
You will only tell me lies
I get the picture cause you never got it sold
I get it handed back, it turns into a tray of gold
I'm just a victim of the promises you told
And I count the cost of living tonight
You gotta bottle the past and number the label (number the label)
You gotta drink to the future, girl and ready and able
Get a grip with a new fixation (fixation)
And take them all and let them all in (should I let them in)
When I look at the faces baby
You see how the other half dies, yeah
When I look at the faces baby
I've got to, got to, got to
Let them come on in
Your lip service getting
Right out of order
Better keep looking
Or she'll blow my cover
She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight
I will only tell you stories
You will only tell me lies
Ooooh, ooooh, should I let them in
Should I let them all,
Let them all come in
Should I let them all come in, yeah hey
Should I let them all,
Let them all come in
Should I let them all come in
Should I let them all come in
Your lip service getting
Right out of order
Better keep looking
Or she'll blow my cover
She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight
I will only tell you stories
You will only tell me lies
Your lip service getting
Right out of order
Better keep looking
Or she'll blow my cover
She'll get caught by Big Sister Midnight
I will only tell you stories
You will only tell me Lies