From the recording Secret People
Ian Merrifield: Guitar
Jonathan Levine: Bass
Ben Briggance: Drums
Lyrics
Secret People
We were driving along with the radio on
We were the fast talking fools, we were the kings of the road
I swear that car never slowed, and our resolve never waned
We had a dirty job to do, I bet that you’d do the same
Don’t you come without a weapon in hand
If you get nervous that’s just part of the plan
The secret people boy, they come from within
Why can’t I help but sin?
There was fear in our veins, and blood in the rain
We were the cool-handed kids, we were ahead of the tide
And we had God on our side, at least that’s what we were told
We always knew that we’d die young, we had no plans to grow old
Don’t you come without a weapon in hand
If you get nervous that’s just part of the plan
The secret people boy, they come from within
Why can’t I help but sin?