The Figurants - Infoshed Lyrics

Until you've got another way to make it on the news
One that doesn't require footwear
Then I'll just sit here like a log, or however they say it
Let's just hope the signal is good there
Now why would I care about any other moment
Now let's throw it back to Peter for Sports
If this doesn't get us arrested by morning
Then I truly don't know what will
He was suffering, oh how he was suffering
He made a horrible scene
When he threw up on the caddy, we knew that he was batty
But had no idea just how obscene
He's on a phone, in a robe made of foam
I know where I'll hide if they even try to find us
I'm sure the Anchor has a "Wine Vault"
We'll just have to look in the cellar and the rooftop
And if I'm wrong, it was the wine's fault
Now how could I lie about any other movement
Let's throw it back to Peter for Sports
If this doesn't get us killed within the hour
Then I truly don't know what will
He was suffering, oh how he was suffering
He stood there perfectly still
So they hid the money from him and pretended to be invisible
Which was a thrill to be relieved of the con
They didn't need all along