DEADLETTER - The Snitching Hour Lyrics

"Craft an eye sized hole in the panelling
Just large enough to be mistaken for weathering
Grab a fold-out and a pocket sized umbrella
Come see a spectacle you won't find on your aerial
Who needs a novel? There's new stories just beside outside
Slide in your Ghillie suit and in the flowerbeds hang tight
Silently observing all the comings, all the goings
A self fulfilling saviour taking notes on bad behaviour

Ding Dang Dong! Three strikes for the snitching hour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
And thy neighbour loves thee

Not so shifty - think you'll find that that is a twitch
But any slight deviation is crucial for a snitch
Sweaty palms and matted hair- well of course! The sun is beaming
There will be infiltrators, that's not down to us to contemplate
Shivering just like a dog that's shitting evidence
Let's all play Smiley, live out infantile fantasies
Subliminal encouragement to be the boon this state deserves
Well who'd have thought it? If you see it, say it, it is sorted!

Ding Dang Dong! Three strikes for the snitching hour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
And thy neighbour loves thee

Well it's the season of the squealer
All knowing, telling revealer
From day dot they'll have you yelling
Listening and telling

Ding dang ding dang ding dang ding dang
Eight strikes for the snitching hour!
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
And thy neighbour loves thee
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour"