Rolling Stones, The – Fingerprint File

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Fingerprint file, you get me down

You keep me running

Know my way around. Yes, you do, child

Fingerprint file, you bring me down

Keep me running

You keep me on the ground

Know my moves

Way ahead of time

Listening to me

On your satellite

Feeling followed

Feeling tagged

Crossing water

Trying to wipe my tracks

And there’s some little jerk in the FBI

A keepin’ papers on me six feet high

It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down

You better watch out

On your telephone

Wrong number

They know you ain’t home

And there’s some little jerk in the FBI

A keepin’ papers on me six feet high

It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down

Who’s the man on the corner; that corner over there

I don’t know. Well, you better lay low. Watch out

Keep on the look out

Electric eyes

Rats on the sell out

Who gonna testify

You know my habits

Way a head of time

Listening to me

On your satellite

And there’s some little jerk in the FBI

A keepin’ papers on me six feet high

It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down

It gets me down

Hello, baby, mm-hmm

Ah, yeah, you know we ain’t, we ain’t talkin’ alone

Who’s listening? Well I don’t really know

But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight

‘Cause I know they takin’ pictures on the ultraviolet light

Yes, uh huh, yeah, but these days it’s all secrecy; no privacy

Shoot first, that’ s right… you know

Bye bye.

Right now somebody is listening to…… you

Keeping their eyes peeled…… on you

Mmm, mmm, what a price, what a price to pay

All right. Good night, sleep tight