And it's the cars on the highway, it's the drunks singing 'my way',
we're all caught in a hidden camera show.
And it's the trill of deception, it's the chill of rejection,
in the faces of the people we don't know.

If you love, bury it deep. When you talk, know that talk is cheap.
Swallow your tongue this is not your fight, it's braver sometimes just to run.

And it's the cars on the highway, it's the drunks singing 'my way',
we're all caught in a hidden camera show.
And it's the blink of a shutter, it's a hitman in the gutter,
We're all caught in a hidden camera show.
And I close my eyes, turn my face to the sky, I won't smile… for your hidden camera show