Lyrics:

They're checking the traps
For one of the chaps
In the backroom
Jimmy’s counting the stamps
Death in the?living?room
His favorite spot

A?happy end
The point of collapse

There's no?space in my car
All my papers are false
You're carrying a bag
A happy end
The point of collapse

In a free-climbing, two-timing, three-legged waltz


Can I leave a message?
But don’t use my voice
Don't trust the man
Don't give him the choice
Of removing his jacket
When he says he's one of the boys

A happy end
The point of collapse