No 1's Lookin

(专辑： Stuck On An Island - 2010)

When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt gets done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt is getting done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt gets done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt is getting done 'round here

I wake up in a world which used to be full of merchants
Watching my every move; I couldn't find my purpose
I remember walking around, feeling eyes on my back
Trying to keep up the act, but it fell through
Down, down the well it goes, and all this hell I know
Is now publicly owned
Oh Now, now this clever poem
Can be your very own
Little melody; go sing with me
Blindfold the neighborhood; close the windows, say it's good
Burn the forest, claim the wood; I'll do it and say you should
Break every lightbulb and battery
'Cause I don't need these purists and these pop junkies mad at me
Call it censorship, means I'll call it reality
Smoke and mirrors get bent; circus-like reality
Give 'em slithers ten cents and they take all your salary
I keep my dirt covert so I can sprout an apple tree and...

When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt gets done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt is getting done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt gets done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt is getting done 'round here

Walking the other side; walking the thinnest line
Where there be shadows where the killers hide
She never pictured them the crazy type
They never picked up on the subtle signs until they tallied up the crime
Watch for the quiet ones, where you decide to run
Watch for the fired gun before you decide giving up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up trap is hotter since we set up shop
But now these informants are being planted like illegal crops

Yeah, inside these primary colors
I find a shade of blue to smuggle in some words for my brothers
I'm Axel Foley homey; nah you don't know me; I'm undercover
P-Planning and plotting under this concrete and gutters
Playing these numbers indeed; running with killers indeed
Being what I can see, taking all that's in front of me
They had it comin'; tired of hunger so we did something
Had to steal some money power, respect it and love it

When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt gets done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt is getting done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt gets done 'round here
When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt is getting done 'round here

If there's really a place where I can be myself I'll lose this mask we wear
We've all been doing some hiding
In the disguise that we wear to protect us from ourselves

When no-one's lookin'; when no-one's there
That's when the dirt gets done 'round here