A click says you're connected and a buzz says that you're
heard. Fingers slide across a panel. They're recording
every word... Try to talk about the weather. Don't say
anything absurd 'Cause their tapping the phone again...
insane!
Invitations from the Kremlin... Interference on the line.
Dial a friend to find some comfort; stroke her nicely and
she'll tell the time. And a voice checks in the distance
"Christ, it's nearly half past nine!" Tapping the phone
again - what a pain!
Give away a little secret and it ends up in the file
numbered EK5320. In the archives for a while. They're
taking notes, flicking switches, feeding programs,
reading dials. They're tapping the phone again - nice!
And the bill lands on the doormat, calls to Moscow...
calls to Mars. You'd call the cavalry to save you, but
you can't afford the charge. Cut the wires! Axe the
pylons! Such fun to sabotage. Attack your phone again.
Take a cleaver to your receiver. Attack your phone. Take
the pliers to the wires. Attack your phone. Attack attack
attack attack attack
