The other side of the room   An empty bottle lies broken   Purple faces are sure   Of snow white sheets to soak in      His clothes are spread around   They smell of perspiration   A half eaten meal   Attracts the flies attention      Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's cries?   Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his eyes?   Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he dies?   Do I, do I, do I, do I?      Take a paper towel   And place it over his head   Phone up reception   And report him as dead      Open up the window   And expose him to light   Push it all away from me   No, that can't be right      A continental breeze   Has set the blinds in motion   Brings just a hint of change   From the Atlantic Ocean      The ancient church bell rings   Defies the march of progress   The senoritas said you were   Too young to notice      Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's cries?   Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his eyes?   Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he dies?   Do I, do I, do I, do I?      Take a paper towel   And place it over his head   Phone up reception   And report him as dead      Open up the window   And expose him to light   Push it all away from me   No, that can't be right