Floodlights shine from motion detectors They know that we're out here, they know that we're out here The truth is a minefield and they're the defectors They know that we're out here Beyond the frame and outside the margins Don't know where we're going but I know that we're gone We scour the city, the streets and the gardens And everything's wrong The captains of industry are driving us home Selling us lies, tapping our phone Shaking us down and we don't even know it If you want real love, show it Some people got luck, some people got money Some people get stuck, a stick in the spokes If you got nothing they look at you funny Oh, this ain't a joke The captains of industry are driving us home Selling us lies, tapping our phone Shaking us down and we don't even know it If you want real love, show it