What Goes Down Songtext
von Broderick Smith

He thought he′d get away with it
He planned his life so well
Every bit of evidence
Was done in dark motels
In an old client office
Beneath the concrete floor
Stacks of faded documents
Full of broken laws

What goes down
Must come up
What goes down
Must come up


His lady meets the press
And scents some easy prey
Her face is soaked in Valium
His feet are made of clay
She spits into a microphone
She loved him like a slave
Who slapped him clean in golden chains
On a bed built for the brave

What goes down
Must come up
What goes down
Must come up

The Lord shall judge the guilty
And free the innocent
Send her just one journalist
Who has never sinned
Emails murmur secrets
Computers glare in hate
Processing words and heartbeats
Printers scream his fate

What goes down
Must come up
What goes down
Must come up


Did he have the nerve to think
They'd judge him when he′d gone
As a man who did his best
To knock the temples down?
He thought he'd get away with it
He planned his life so well
Every bit of evidence
Was done in dark motels

What goes down
Must come up
What goes down
Must come up
What goes down
Must come up
What goes down
Must come up