Down at Li Wah's Video (MV)

Boys and girls put your hands together
Operation Red's been sent
Everybody check your mail today
Pull your feet right out of the clay
All the pretty people on the fourth floor
Make us feel so at home
They've been wearing their truth suits
But with all their pockets sewn closed
So don't expect a ding a ling
When you're paying with cash
In the officers line
And I'm back on sweet street
With my long range binoculars on
Down at Li Wah's
Down at Li Wah's
Pull back the curtain and
You're down at Li Wah's
And now they're counting cars again
In the basement parking lot of the Quigley Hotel
So call me a doctor
Or call me a fool
But please don't make me your covert tool
With meters running and
Filters on
You can make a new gala, but why the sour face?
When you make a new gala
You can let go
You can let go of that
Hole in your soul
Down at Li Wah's
Down at Li Wah's
Pull back the curtain and
You're down at Li Wah's
I don't wanna be a spy anymore
I don't wanna be a spy anymore
I don't wanna be a spy anymore
I don't wanna be a spy anymore