Point Of Collapse - Wire

They’re checking the traps

For one of the chaps

In the backroom

Jimmy’s counting the stamps

Death in the living room

His favorite sport

A happy end

The point of collapse

There’s no space in my car

All my papers are false

You’re carrying a bag

A happy end

The point of collapse

In a free-climbing, two-timing, three-legged waltz

Can I leave a message?

But don’t use my voice

Don’t trust the man

Don’t give him the choice

Of removing his jacket

When he says he’s one of the boys

A happy end

The point of collapse