Lyrics:

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

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