(I've lost my tweezers)  At this late stage of the game you cannot tell  If it is night or if it's daytime  And I've come around to your door  To muck around and make mince-meat of your life  And beneath the glow of your back porch light  You were passing like a thing possessed  And snap, snap, snap  Your teeth are chewing on my daily routine  Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried  When I saw a scared nation yelling inside  Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried  I was underneath the floor, I was trying to hide  Trying to hide  At this late stage of the game you cannot tell  If it is night or if it's daytime  And I've come around to your door  To muck around and make mince-meat of your life  And there was a whole nation crowded inside  With tongues of fire dancing on their skulls  And every door, every manhole sealed up tight  And pretty soon I realised  Here was the perfect space inside  And I couldn't give it to you if I tried!  I couldn't give it to you if I tried!