Scene I: He turns the T.V. 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's on the stage He's on the stage, God sees it all He's on the stage, He has total recall It is an art, hiding murder in your heart Scene II: 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 Scene III: He puts his car in gear, got to get out of here Going somewhere far a way, but through the headlight beam He sees a billboard scene, his fight last night is on display You're on display, He sees it all You're on display, He has total recall You're on display, He sees it all You're on display, He has total recall Your bloody crime is up there on the sign