Stag Party Spycraft

Found a camera in the cupboard Another in the fan Someone wants to know what I’m doing Eavesdropping on a man Feast your eyes if you want to I’m no stranger to the game Ran interference all my days Now I run counterintelligence on you Getting fitted for size in the memorial garden Back of my mind I’m looking for bugs That’s not the way to ruin my day The boys are itching for a crispy evening And my bond is ironclad So, as I fish the wires from the shelf I don’t think fondly of your plan 'til death do us part doesn’t have to be an oath It could be penciled into my day So instead of leaving surveillance under the bread Maybe plan your own debauchery Engage in stag party spycraft You’ve met your match babe Only one thing I’m better at than lovin’ you I made my life a series of dangerous games And if you want to move your piece to this board Realize you are risking everything Baby let me have this one escape The boys are loaded in the party bus Aching for some sundown Doors seal up and here’s the gas Numbly watching you have your way Getting fitted for size in the memorial garden Wasted my time looking for bugs Totally wasted my day Me and the boys live forever In the memorial garden Last thing I see the smile on your face Way to play the longest game Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar Micah Robinson - Guitar Carl Cunningham - Bass