We’re chasing the minions
If it please the magistrate
With opinions out of place
Keep it underground
Safe from neophytes with milky eyes
So tender

Release them now!

I told you of the secret life
But you had to tell
Was there any question on your mind?
And is this really nowhere?

Though the path remains
Clean from both sides
I won’t please you this way
In your own world
You create the currency exchange
Remember?

If it please the magistrate…
Release them now!

©Copyright Secret Life of Painters
Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley