The next voice you hear will be your conscience As you lie awake and try so hard to sleep And your unfaithful heart will have to listen To those shabby little secrets you keep You'll be tormented like you tormented me And tears of shame will fall with every memory Oh the next voice you hear will have to listen And you'll wish that you had listened to me Your conscience is making a record of everything you do and say And when your conscience plays that record back to you You won't like the things you hear it say You'll be tormented...