They're checking for traps for one of the chaps
In the backroom Jimmy's counting the stamps
Death in the living room, his favorite sport
A happy end
The point of collapse
There's no s***e in my car, all my papers are false
What am I doing? You're carrying a bag
In a free climbing, two-timing
Three legged waltz
Can I leave a message? But don't use my voice
Don't trust a man, don't give him the choice
Of removing his jacket when he says he's one of the boys
In the backroom Jimmy's counting the stamps
Death in the living room, his favorite sport
A happy end
The point of collapse
There's no s***e in my car, all my papers are false
What am I doing? You're carrying a bag
In a free climbing, two-timing
Three legged waltz
Can I leave a message? But don't use my voice
Don't trust a man, don't give him the choice
Of removing his jacket when he says he's one of the boys