[Act 1] He turns the t.v. 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 He's on the stage God sees it all He has total recall It is an art Hiding murder in your heart [Act 2] 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 details and simply say... Recording artist God hears it all He has total recall Your sneaky moves Are right here in the grooves [Act 3] He puts his car in gear, got to get out of here Going somewhere far away But through the headlight beams He sees the billboard screen His fight last night is on display You're on display God sees it all He has total recall Your bloody crime Is up there on the sign