Forty or Fifty

Forty or fifty horses Lying in a lot. Red raincoats and rifles, An epidemic has been stopped. Scientist speaks what are you Wondering about? He got where he is by turning Lab mice inside out. The things we do And have to do The things I do for you And what you do for me too The "yeah, but I..." And any other excuse And if you take it for given Then what's the use All his possessions Around him in his house, Lying beside him his Companion and his spouse. And in the morning He dress and go to hell. All activated by A little timer bell.