Songtext von Gotcha

Did you ever think a piano Could fall on your head? Do you look over Your shoulder at all? On the dark side of passion Comes a taste for revenge In the night is there A rustle just under you bed? Are the bolts dead? Is the phone live? Are you wide, wide Awake? Are you surprised a battle-ax Has an ax to grind? It's tit for tat And all's fair in love A mercenary man With a dutful wife The tables have turnerd The plot is prime Are the lights on? 'Cause the bet's off Are you wide, wide Awake? I gotcha comin' I gotcha goin' The IRS Is in your mail Your edifice is starting To crack and peel Your girlfriend is starting To panic and steal Whatever's left Of a small piece Of a small pie Of a small man With a much smaller life Did you mistake "fat and happy" For stupid and blind? Do you know That I knew from the start? A tooth for a tooth An eye for an eye This taxidermist Has skinned you alive Are the dogs in? Cause the cat's out Are you wide, wide Awake?