The 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

Tomorrow he's sure to be a smart fellow
Keep the bastards guessing
They all come and peep through a hole in the wall
Just to watch his heart undressing

He likes to take the long way home
It's another fine decision
From 6 to 7 he'll be all alone
So he turns on television

Doesn't even notice as the hour rolls by
Gets lost inside the screen
Watches a film about the evening sky
And lives someone else's dream

Tomorrow he's sure to be a smart fellow
Keep the bastards guessing
They all come and peep through a hole in the wall
Cause the view looks so impressive