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