(Terry Taylor/Jerry Chamberlain)  Act I  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  Gods 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