The Fate of the Human Carbine
Thinks of money all the timeDoing it to annoy herShe's on his conscience day and nightSo he acts like her employer
They all come and peep through a hole in the wallKeep the bastards guessing
He likes to take the long way homeIt's another fine decisionFrom six to seven he'll be all aloneSo he turns on televisionDoesn't even notice as the hours roll byGets lost inside the screenWatches the film about the evening skyIt was someone else's dream
All come peep through a holeKeep the bastards guessingThey all come and peek through a hole in the wallJust to watch his heart undressing
They all come and peep through a hole in the wall'Cause you look so impressive