Voyeur

A body falls at the feet of an old brown man
A boy screams at the sight of his severed hand
A woman tries to tell us that she really don't understand

A crowd forms in the sky and obscures the sun
As a businesswoman tries to eat her lunch on the run
And a young girl takes her Muppet Baby out with a gun

On the street where you live there's a rancid smell
Of the excrement of households on the edge of hell
And you don't know what goes on behind the windows of that old hotel

But you know you wanna see
All that pain and misery

The crushed woman with the tongue that won't stay in her head
The old man who chats away to a loaf of bread
The three sisters who'd be happy if
their daddy just fell down dead dead dea

A crowd forms in the street and obscures the sight
Of the body that descended from its graceful flight
Out of the hotel window on the fourth floor, third from the right

And you know you wanna be
A part of what you see

The businesswoman's lunch is expelled with a heave
And she wipes her bitter mouth on her designed sleeve
And sits down in the gutter that she knows she'll never leave

The boys tries to attach his hand back onto his arm
The girl inspects her Muppet Baby with unnatural calm
And the old brown man shows no visible sign of alarm

They've all seen it all before
So go in and close the door