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