Everybody's Business

someone’s tapped your phone
someone’s got your number
your mail’s been intercepted
it happens every day
your life story
is in some computer’s memory
it knows more about you
than even you can say
newspapers printing
anything to sell a copy
the television’s got
to have their evening news
don’t talk about privacy
don’t talk about respect
you’re just another piece
of information to be used
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
we’d all be better off leaving each other alone
courtrooms are crowded
everybody’s up on trial
everybody’s pointing fingers
but no one will confess
it’s never easy finding
someone who will take the blame
but they’ve always got a judge
and they’ve always got a witness
and here she comes
look out for Sister Mercy
she’s the self-appointed
protector of your soul
she’s your brother’s keeper
she’s a midnight creeper
she’s down on her knees
peeking thru your keyhole
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
we’d all be better off leaving each other alone
small town talking
dragging someone thru the mud
made by all the tears they cried
and all the dirt they’ve thrown
you’d think they’d quit trying
but the shit keeps flying
over backyard fences
and local telephones — they’re saying:
«Eddie married Betty
but he’s sleeping with Loretta
Jimmy’s backsliding
and you remember Sally
she had a nervous breakdown
Annie had another baby
its father was that stranger
down at the bowling alley.»
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
everybody’s minding everybody else’s business
we’d all be better off leaving each other alone