He turns the TV high, the walls are paper thin

He hopes the neighbor folks aren't listening

He's killed his wife with words, confident it's private rage

When up goes the curtain and he is on the stage



He's on the stage

God sees it all

He has total recall

It is an art

Hiding murder in your heart



The show is over, he pours himself a drink

Best to forget about it

Put a record on the stereo and try not to think

And the record plays:

This is your life, you beat your wife

We'll spare the gory details and simply say



Recording artist

God hears it all

Recording artist

He has total recall

Your sneaky moves

Are right here in the grooves



He puts his car in gear, got to get out of here

Going somewhere far away

But through the headlight beams

He sees the billboard screen

His fight last night is on display



You're on display

God sees it all

He has total recall

Your bloody crime

Is up there on the sign