The Figurants - Infoshed (Remix) Lyrics

Until you've got another way to make it on the news
And 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's 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
Oh, he was suffering
Oh, how he was suffering
He made a horrible scene
When he threw up on the caddie
We knew that he was batty
But had no idea how 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?
Now 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
Just 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