The Fate Of The Human Carbine lyrics
by Cat Power



Thinks of money all the timeDoing it to annoy herShe's on his conscience day and nightSo he acts like her employerThey all come and peep through a hole in the wallKeep the bastards guessingHe likes to take the long way homeIt's another fine decisionFrom six to seven he'll be all aloneSo he turns on televisonDoesn't even notices the hours roll byIt's lost inside a screenWatches the film about the evening skyIt was someone else's dreamAll come peep through the wall?Keep the bastards guessingAll come and peep through a hole in the wallJust to watch his heart undressingThey all come and peep through a hole in the wallBecause you look so impressive.sallysally@usa.net