in the not very distant future when everything will be free there won t be any cute secrets let alone any novelty you can say anything you want to in your fetching cloak of anonymity are you feeling out of breath now in your desperate pursuit of infamy two lovers rocking up and down in an elevator 15 minutes later they ll make a killing in the market they know how to work it on that close circuit my my it s a terrible disgrace you ll find these days that there s no hiding place how proud you are you got the knack of howling in a vacuum whatever i said about you i didn t say it behind your back my my it s a terrible disgrace you ll find these days that there s no hiding place next time someone wants to hurt you or set alight your effigy don t call on me to help you out don t come crying to me for sympathy you stay there with your daubs and scratches while i summon up the red machine i ll be handing somebody matches and carrying a can of kerosene walk up to me and say what you said let s see how brave you are when i m about this far you sit in judgment and bitch well baby that s rich you re nothing but a snitch my my it s a terrible disgrace you ll find these days that there s no hiding place