He turns the T.V. high, the walls are paper thin
He hopes the neighbor folks aren't listening
He's killed his wife with words, confident it's private rage
When up goes the curtain and he's on the stage
He's on the stage, God sees it all
He's on the stage, He has total recall
It is an art, hiding murder in your heart
Scene II:
The show is over, he pours himself a drink
Best to forget about it
Put a record on the stereo and try not to think
And the record plays
"...This is your life, you beat your wife..."
We'll spare the gory details and simply say
Recording artist God hears it all
Recording artist He has total recall
Your sneaky moves are right here in the grooves
Scene III:
He puts his car in gear, got to get out of here
Going somewhere far a way, but through the headlight beam
He sees a billboard scene, his fight last night is on display
You're on display, He sees it all
You're on display, He has total recall
You're on display, He sees it all
You're on display, He has total recall
Your bloody crime is up there on the sign
