(I've lost my tweezers)

At this late stage of the game you cannot tell

If it is night or if it's daytime

And I've come around to your door

To muck around and make mince-meat of your life

And beneath the glow of your back porch light

You were passing like a thing possessed

And snap, snap, snap

Your teeth are chewing on my daily routine

Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried

When I saw a scared nation yelling inside

Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried

I was underneath the floor, I was trying to hide

Trying to hide

At this late stage of the game you cannot tell

If it is night or if it's daytime

And I've come around to your door

To muck around and make mince-meat of your life

And there was a whole nation crowded inside

With tongues of fire dancing on their skulls

And every door, every manhole sealed up tight

And pretty soon I realised

Here was the perfect space inside

And I couldn't give it to you if I tried!

I couldn't give it to you if I tried!