Fate of the Human Carbine

Thinks of money all the time, Doing it to annoy her She's on his conscience day and night So he acts like her employer They all come and peep through a hole in the wall Keep the bastards guessing He likes to take the long way home, It's another fine decision From six to seven he'll be all alone So he turns on television Doesn't even notice this as the hours roll by It's lost inside the screen Watches the film about the evening sky It was someone else's dream All come peep through the wall Keep the bastards guessing All come and peep through a hole in the wall Just to watch his heart undressing They all come and peep through a hole in the wall Because you look so impressive