Jenna take her clothes off in succession,
while her husband rides the bumper in the President's procession
She's about to scream as she looks up from giving head
When she's had enough of that, her lover throws her on the bed
to teach her she's alive, and suddenly he is dead
Turn up the T.V., no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it, so your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect, but
everything is less than zero
Calling Mr. Oswald, calling anyone at the scene:
If you were taking home movies, there's a chance you might've seen him
There's a thousand variations, every witness in a file
Jenna puts on some coffee, and she comes back with a smile
She says, "I hear that South America is coming into style"
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it, so your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect, but
everything is less than zero
The pistol was still smokin'; a man lay on the floor
Mr. Oswald thought he'd had an understanding with the law
She's got (???) and her fingers; he turns and looks away
Her mind's upon a basement out of the USA
She says, "Let's talk about the future now [that] we've put that past away"
Turn up the T.V., no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it, so your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect, but
everything is less than zero
Everything is less than zero