Private Eye

I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie

(Don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, six senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect

That has no alibi
And New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, There's nothing to drink

Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
There's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call, I passed out on the floor

Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place, at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
Won't have to quit doing fucked up shit

For anyone but me
At the right place, at the right time
It will be worth it to stand in line
You won't have to stop, saying, "I love cops"

For anyone but me, your private eye
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders

Don't lie
(Don't lie)
I've been preoccupied with these sick, six senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences

Maybe someday, I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
At the right place, at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine

Won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place, at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line

You won't have to stop, saying, "I love cops"
For anyone but me, your private eye
Your private eye
And at the right place, at the right time
I'll be dead wrong, you'll be just fine
Won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place, at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
You won't have to stop, saying "I love cops"
For anyone but me, your private eye



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Skiba, Daniel Andriano, Derek Grant, Matthew Thomas Skiba
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