S.M.S. (Aesops Theme) Songtext

Welcome to your interrogation,
Welcome to your interrogation, na na na,
Welcome to your interrogation. The Sunday morning suspect. Huh.

The Sunday morning suspect. Huh.
I'm the Sunday morning suspect.
Hands on my knees, down on the street,
You're the Sunday morning suspect. Huh.

We were greeted with an iron hand...

Taken to the back room, seated in the hard chair,
Hands upon the table, answer when you're questioned.
Speak in to the mic there, do you know what this is?
I haven't got an idea, get to know the thumb press,
A tool to help you concentrate, a tool to help you answer straight,
Haven't had a problem yet, we're sure you'll want to co-operate,
Before we start, how's your heart? Does anyone know you're here?
Come on let's get started... And it's...
Welcome to your interrogation,
Welcome to your interrogation,
Welcome to your interrogation, na na na,
Welcome to your interrogation, the Sunday morning suspect. Huh.

The Sunday morning suspect. Huh.
I'm the Sunday morning suspect.
Hands on my knees, down on the street,
You're the Sunday morning suspect.

It's six AM, can I get my trousers
Before you shove me in the car?
It's hard to put your pants on with your hands behind your back,
The damn pig's having a little fun with that one. Arghh.

I didn't know.

It's six AM, can I get my trousers
Before you shove me in the car?
It's hard to put your pants on with your hands behind your back,
Have a little fun with that one. Fuck off!