Timothy Larcombe and Wayne Murray - Nobody Move, Nobody Gets Hurt

The room smells like stale cigarettes
Words are barely spoken through parted lips
Close the curtains to the world outside
We all grow up and learn to hide

Lies are like bullets in a loaded gun
Each one is dangerous and hard to outrun

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt

Bright city lights
The night on fire before our eyes
Play with matches and you’ll get burnt
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt

Static from the television flickers in the room
The needle from the record player is stuck in the groove
A ballerina spinning on a music box
The clock is turning but time has stopped

Lies are like bullets in a loaded gun
Each one is dangerous and hard to outrun

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt

Bright city lights
The night on fire before our eyes
Play with matches and you’ll get burnt
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt

Written by:
TIMOTHY ELLIOT LARCOMBE, WAYNE ANTHONY MURRAY

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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