Man Out Of Time (Live)

So this is where he came to hide When he ran from you In a private detective`s overcoat And dirty dead man`s shoes Incomprehensible Knightsbridge For a minister of state Is a far cry from the nod and wink Here at traitor`s gate `Cause the high heel he used to be Has been ground down And he listens for the footsteps That would follow him around To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time There`s a tuppeny hapenny millionaire Looking for a fourpenny one With a tight grip on the short hairs Of the public imagination But for his private wife and kids somehow Real life becomes a rumor Written in a French letters with some dutch courage And a German sense of humor He`s got a mind like a sewer And a heart like a fridge He stands to be insulted And he pays for the privilege To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time The biggest wheels of industry Retire sharp and short And the after dinner overtures Are nothing but an after thought Somebody`s creeping in the kitchen There`s a reputation to be made Whose nerves are always on a knife`s edge Who`s up late polishing the blade Love is always scampering In a cowering or a fawning You drink yourself insensitive And hate yourself in the morning To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time But will you still love A man out of time