Texty: DaDa. Agent's Got No Secret.

You've been puttin' me down for a long time now
Monday mornings filled with pouring rain
You've been pushin' me 'round for a long time now
Chicago winds don't know how to give in

Don't come 'round again
'Cause I know you're not my friend
Your name is off the door
The Agent's got no secret anymore
Na, na, na, na, na, na anymore
Na, na, na, na, na, na

You've been talkin' 'round town for a long time now
Trash gets piled so high, where to begin?
You've been wearin' that crown for a long time now
The emperor with no clothes is wearin' thin

Don't come 'round again
'Cause I know you're not my friend
Your name is off the door
The Agent's got no secret anymore
Na, na, na, na, na, na, anymore
Na, na, na, na, na, na

It doesn't hurt me anymore
The past is water, let it pour
That's a metaphor, let it pour
That's a metaphor

You've been on the rebound for a long time now
Castles made from sand get washed away
And you've been lost and not found for a long time now
A bloodhound loses scent and goes astray

So don't come 'round again
'Cause I know you're not my friend, my friend
Your name is off the door
The Agent's got no secrets anymore
Na, na, na, na, na, na, anymore
Na, na, na, na, na, na, anymore

(Yeah, the Agent's got no secret)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, anymore
(Agent's got no secret, oh yeah)
Na, na, na, na, na, na
You've been puttin' me down for a long time