Lyrics

someone's been telling me stories
someone's been telling me lies
someone's been keeping their secrets
coming home late at night

someone's been counting the passing days
someone's been sleeping too long
someone's been seeing the rooms get smaller
and the walls come together wrong

someone's been throwing some candy
all over someone else's bed
someone's been pulling the bag too tightly
around somebody else's head

someone's been telling me stories
someone's been telling me lies
someone's been keeping their secrets
and dressing up for the fight

someone's in the kitchen with my love
someone's in the kitchen i know
i can hear the laughing and the singing
the strumming on the old banjo

someone's in the kitchen with my love
and i'm creepin on down the stair
whoever's in the kitchen with my love
you better watch out, you better beware
cause i better not find you there
i better not find you there
i better not find you there motherfucker
i better not find you there
i better not find you there.