Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Count on lies and the lines you cross Helplessly I could only watch Dodging words as they ricochet Honesty that’ll never pay Your convictions I believe Like an apparition haunting me Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re guilty of The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Ooh, I’m buried under Trying to tread through sinking sand But in your wake you know I can’t stand What I thought was meant to be Is a broken heart weighing down on me The truth is a ball and chain holding my conscience to the flame Covered up but still I know The secret of the life you’re guilty of The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Whoa, I’m buried under Hey yeah, I’m buried under Whoa, I’m buried under Can you fall for the wings of a dove When the clever wolf is the one you love? Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life your guilty of The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Ooh, I’m buried under Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy