PT-141

Cubic, compact and clean, our hero heads home
Requisite Rolex on wrist, a motive in mind.
Dutifully droning his day, a pitiful price to pay
He'll get just what he came here for, yeah he can afford to be free

He's at peace with his fate, he'll never need to be afraid
He's at peace with his fate, he'll never need to be afraid

His money misting the maw, he's dumping the damned
Pouring his possible progeny down the drain, he's damping the dame
Happily holding her heaves down, oh she's satisfied
She'll get just what she came here for, yeah she can afford to be free

She's at peace with her fate, she'll never need to be afraid
She's at peace with her fate, she'll never need to be afraid.