To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie Villain

catch the train to Liverpool
dirty deeds and novelty
nine to nine, an endless row
in a dream half awake

a sullied state when dinner's served
fierce talks of past deceit
piece by piece, our veins are cut
wise lies in traveled eyes
what have they seen

commit a crime of this last look
these designs were never mine
piece by piece, our veins are cut
wise lies in traveled eyes
what have they seen

our fondest songs have paled away
wise lies in traveled eyes