I've spent my life with some regrets
Between naked girls and gadgets
Trying to make the best of things
A clean breast of things
I clear my desk of papers but avoid
The little nest of naked Polaroids
I'm married now but can't deny
I was a single man when I
Collected slides of girls
And hid them in this carousel
To shine for selfish pleasure on my wall
My slide projector lie detector
Shines the things I don't remember
Seven metres tall
On my living room wall
My yesterdays you thought were dead
Are back to life forever
My word processor's got a text corrector
That's got a thing built in
That stops me when I try to enter lies
That prints the truth and cuts me down to size
My yesterdays you thought were gone
Spring back to life when you stumble on
A photograph I made
A duplicate tape on video 8
Of long-lost days I long ago erased
My slide projector lie detector
Shines the things I don't remember
Seven metres tall
Across our living room wall
My video ca**ette recorder plays ca**ettes in rigid order
Scans for naked skin
Locate the index, hit slow motion, switch to playback
No fast-forwarding
My slide projector lie detector shines the things I don't remember
Seven metres tall
Across our living room wall