Voyeur

A body falls at the feet of an old brown man
 A boy screams at the sight of his severed hand
 A woman tries to tell us that she really don't understand
 A crowd forms in the sky and obscures the sun
 As a businesswoman tries to eat her lunch on the run
 And a young girl takes her Muppet Baby out with a gun
 On the street where you live there's a rancid smell
 Of the excrement of households on the edge of hell
 And you don't know what goes on behind the windows of that old hotel
 But you know you wanna see
 All that pain and misery
 The crushed woman with the tongue that won't stay in her head
 The old man who chats away to a loaf of bread
 The three sisters who'd be happy if
 their daddy just fell down dead dead dea
 A crowd forms in the street and obscures the sight
 Of the body that descended from its graceful flight
 Out of the hotel window on the fourth floor, third from the right
 And you know you wanna be
 A part of what you see
 The businesswoman's lunch is expelled with a heave
 And she wipes her bitter mouth on her designed sleeve
 And sits down in the gutter that she knows she'll never leave
 The boys tries to attach his hand back onto his arm
 The girl inspects her Muppet Baby with unnatural calm
 And the old brown man shows no visible sign of alarm
 They've all seen it all before
 So go in and close the door