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Lyrics

I know where the bodies are buried
I've seen how the sausage gets made
The cat's out of the bag that I carry
My groundwork is getting laid

Spilling all the beans with nothing up my sleeves
I'm giving the game away, yeah

I followed the tracks that you covered
I got help from the fly on the wall
Dug up some good dirt on your lover
Took a look behind the eight ball

Spilling all the beans with nothing up my sleeves
I'm giving the game away, yeah

I'll blow the lid off of this thing
And the canary's gonna sing

I'm giving the game away, hey hey

I've watched lots of pots get to boiling
Crossed my heart and I'm still alive
That snake in your grass is uncoiling
Those rivers I've cried have run dry

Spilling all the beans with nothing up my sleeves
I'm giving the game away, yeah

I'll blow the lid off of this thing
And the canary's gonna sing

I'm giving the game away, hey hey
I'm giving the game away, hey hey

Spilling all the beans with nothing up my sleeves
I'm giving the game away, yeah

Spilling all the beans with nothing up my sleeves
I'm giving the game away