Death in the afternoon
Oh no, it seems to me to be so inhuman
Death in the afternoon
I guess we all should have seen it coming

Everybody's always saying things are changing
(And not a minute too soon)
I've been looking 'round but only see the same thing
Another death in the afternoon

Death in the afternoon
Oh no, there's murder in the hearts of many
And blood on the hands of few
Oh no, and the pity is, there isn't any

In a carnival that never ever closes
There's no shortage of faceless victims
Sure it's a freak show but, honey, ain't that showbiz
Convince yourself you're so different, you are

Human suffering makes good entertainment
If you can package it all up neatly
Let all the media boys make the arrangements
The truth gets covered completely

Death in the afternoon
And it's coast to coast on all the networks
And into your living room
The ancient Romans took out all the guesswork