Underneath the Radar - Australian Blonde, Steve Wynn

Yeah, yeah, that was me.

You got photos?

You got a private detective?

Well, then take my offer of this five dollars

or a shot of Johnny Walker Black, your choice

and we´ll just pretend this never happened.

I´d like to think that I can buy your silence

but the truth is and this is why the joke is on you,

the truth is that no one would even give a fuck

to buy your information, do you know what I’m saying?

I move in mysterious ways,

I get lost between the days,

drift along in the fog and haze

underneath the radar.

This town is a chock full of scandal

and rumors and alibis and bartlines.

By this point, we´re all a little immune to

a stumbling, fumbling drunk who went back

on a few promises and grand statements.

I did my time, I shook off my parole,

I made my peace and then when it was all over

I went away like I was supposed to.

I move in mysterious ways,

I get lost between the days,

drift along in the fog and haze

underneath the radar.

Ah, so you want to dig up small wounds,

and you want to dig up some old wounds.

It’s more a reflection of your sorry state

than anything I could imagine about myself.

You make me feel good, you make me feel real good,

you know that?, real good.

I move in mysterious ways,

I get lost between the days,

drift along in the fog and haze

underneath the radar.

Man, let me buy you a drink, yeah, I’ll buy you a drink.

Let me buy you a drink, here’s a few quarters, yeah,

put something on the jukebox, anything you want,

anything you want, I don’t care.

Put something on it.

Barry White?

Barry White, he´s good.

Put some Barry White on the jukebox,

I like the way he sings, I like the way he sings,

put some Barry White on the jukebox.

I move in mysterious ways,

I get lost between the days,

drift along in the fog and haze

underneath the radar.

Hey, hey don´t write that down, don’t write that down.

I’m just telling you what I heard.

What´s wrong with you, man?

Don’t write that down.

Man, you gotta stop thinking about

I´ll tell you a secret, I´ll tell you a secret,

the secret is I´ve got no secrets to tell.

(I move in mysterious ways)

I´ve got no secrets to tell,

(I get lost between the days)

and even if had a secret to tell

(drift along in the fog and haze)

I wouldn’t tell it to you.

I live a life out of detection, clear of inspection

(I move in mysterious ways)

and I go my way and do what I want.

(I get lost between the days)

(drift along in the fog and haze)

Drink your drink and go home.

(underneath the radar)

Yeah, it´s on me

It´s alright, it´s alright, it´s on me.

You can go home, you

and take this pack of smokes.

Take this, take this lighter, take

You can have it all.

Go home, go home, go home, go home, go hom