Over the mountain 
Down in the valley 
Lives a former talk-show host 
Everybody knows his name 
He says there's no doubt about it 
It was the myth of fingerprints 
I've seen them all and man 
They're all the same 
Well, the sun gets weary 
And the sun goes down 
Ever since the watermelon 
And the lights come up 
On the black pit town 
Somebody says what's a better thing to do 
Well, it's not just me 
And it's not just you 
This is all around the world 

Out in the Indian Ocean somewhere 
There's a former army post 
Abandoned now just like the war 
And there's no doubt about it 
It was the myth of fingerprints 
That's what that old army post was for 

Well, the sun gets bloody 
And the sun goes down 
Ever since the watermelon 
And the lights come up 
On the black pit town 
Somebody says what's a better thing to do 
Well, it's not just me 
And it's not just you 
This is all around the world 

Over the mountain 
Down in the valley 
Lives the former talk-show host 
Far and wide his name was known 
He said there's no doubt about it 
It was the myth of fingerprints 
That's why we must learn to live alone