Horrendous Disc

[Verse 1: Jerry Chamberlain]
He turns the TV high
The walls are paper-thin
He hopes the neighbor folks aren't listening
He's killed his wife with words
Confident it's private rage
When up goes the curtain, and he is on the stage

[Chorus 1: Jerry Chamberlain]
(He's on the stage, yeah)
God sees it all
(He's on the stage, yeah)
He has total recall
(It is an art, yeah)
Hiding murder in your heart

[Verse 2: Terry Scott Taylor]
The show is over
He pours himself a drink
Best to forget about it
Put a record on the stereo and try not to think
(And the record plays)
"This is your life
You beat your wife
We'll spare the gory deals
And simply say . . . "

[Chorus 2: Jerry Chamberlain]
(Recording artist, yeah)
God hears it all
(Recording artist, yeah)
He has total recall
(Your sneaky moves are right here)
Are right here in the grooves

[Verse 3: Jerry Chamberlain]
He puts his car in gear
Got to get out of here
Going somewhere far away
(Going somewhere far away)
But through the headlight beam
He sees the billboard scene
His fight last night is on display

[Chorus 3: Jerry Chamberlain]
(You're on display, yeah)
(It is on the stage)
He sees it all
(You're on display, yeah)
(Your private rage is on the stage)
He has total recall
(You're on display, yeah)
(Your private rage is on the stage)
He sees it all
(You're on display, yeah)
(Your private rage is on the stage)
He has total recall
Your bloody crime
Is up there on the sign