Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christians Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again
Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins Don't tell them Ybor City almost killed us again
We are the theater, they are the people Dressed up to be seated, looking upwards and dreaming We're the projectors, we're hosting the screening We're dust in the spotlights, we're just kind of floating
Don't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the church
They queue up for tickets to see the performance They push to get closer, looking upwards with wonder We are the actors, the cameras are rolling I'll be Ben Gazzara, you'll be Gina Rowlands
Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes fake fights turn out bad Sometimes actresses get slapped
Some nights making it look real Might end up with someone hurt Some nights it's just entertainment And some other nights it's work
They come in for the feeding, sit in stadium seating They're holding their hands out for the body and blood now We're the directors, our hands will hold steady I'll be John Cassavettes, let me know when you're ready
Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own moviesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
