Lyric The fate of the human carbine

( Peter Jeffries )

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 televison,
Doesn t even notices this is 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.