They're slippin' through the holes again
Those fire ants, they bite
They don't make love like we used to
We don't read by candlelight
And I'll watch out for you, my friend
If you keep an eye on my place while I'm out of town
And memorize this handshake so I'll know
You need to be put down

I'd like to help you but my hands are tied
Don't look so nervous, you've got nothin' to hide

I can make your dreams come true
If you let me listen in on you
Let me listen in on you

Diggin' through the bottles and the cans alone
I didn't mean to slice my fingers to the bone
I'm kind of high from your lullaby
I won't admit the reason why

I'd like to help you but my hands are tied
Don't look so nervous, you've got nothin' to hide

I can make your dreams come true
If you let me listen in on you
I can make your dreams come true
If you let me listen in on you
Let me listen in on you

Have you seen the big guns in the bay?
The evil that men do in picture books, we call them brave
Do you need a translator to get you through your day?
They're primed and ready to come out of their caves
Do you need a translator? Do you need a translator?
Do you need a translator? Do you need a translator?

I'd like to help you but my hands are tied
Don't look so guilty, you've got nothin' to hide

I can make your dreams come true
If you let me listen in on you
I can make your dreams come true
If you let me listen in on you
Let me listen in on you

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Anand Wilder, Chris Keating, Ira Wolf Tuton