It's just a bad movie
where there's no crying
handing the keys to me in this Red Lion
where the lock that you locked in the suite says there's no prying
When the breath that you breathed in the street screams there's no science
When you look how you looked then to me then I cease lying
and fall into silence
It's just a life story
so there's no climax
No more new territory
so pull away the imax
In the slot that you sliced through the scene there was no shyness
In the plot that you passed through your teeth there was no pity
No fade in: film begins on a kid in the big city
And no cut to a costly parade
(that's for him only!)
No dissolve to a sliver of grey
(that's his new lady!)
where she glows just like grain on the flickering pane of some great movie
(hoo hoo)
It's just a house burning
but it's not haunted
It was your heart hurting
but not for too long, kid
In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking
From the speakers your fake masterpiece comes serenely dribbling
When the air around your chair fills with heat
that's the flames licking
beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece
It's got a calm clicking,
like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching
up some bad movie
where there's no crying
handing the keys to me in this Red Lion
where the lock that you locked in the suite says there's no prying
When the breath that you breathed in the street screams there's no science
When you look how you looked then to me then I cease lying
and fall into silence
It's just a life story
so there's no climax
No more new territory
so pull away the imax
In the slot that you sliced through the scene there was no shyness
In the plot that you passed through your teeth there was no pity
No fade in: film begins on a kid in the big city
And no cut to a costly parade
(that's for him only!)
No dissolve to a sliver of grey
(that's his new lady!)
where she glows just like grain on the flickering pane of some great movie
(hoo hoo)
It's just a house burning
but it's not haunted
It was your heart hurting
but not for too long, kid
In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking
From the speakers your fake masterpiece comes serenely dribbling
When the air around your chair fills with heat
that's the flames licking
beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece
It's got a calm clicking,
like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching
up some bad movie