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