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 pryingWhen 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
It′s just a house burning, but it's not haunted
It was your heart hurting, but not for long, kid
In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking
From the speakers your fake masterpiece is 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
