at an all-time low with heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever and now no one is looking because, we're starring in a "B" movie. And we
cut this scene, It's such a boring cliche. Live life, day to day, Seems so passe. Everything you hear and say, Just another cliche. Like an actor on a movie
be She's evil and she's meant for me (chorus) She's a B-Movie scream queen My monster girl on the screen She's a B-Movie scream queen Oh yeah, oh no
Caught a ride into South Dakota With two girls in a light blue Desoto One's name was Jane, the other was plain But they both had racing motors Next I
Caught a ride into South Dakota, With two girls in a light blue Desoto, You know one's name was Jane, The other was plain, But they both had racing motors
s a well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it Before they make me spit out the truth Before they find you're lying about your youth B movie
is at an all-time low with heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever and now no one is looking because, we're starring in a "B" movie. And we
Falling apart. I'm calling you out. A pattern we've learned to live with so far. Defenses are up. The truth is not found. Watching you grow is bringing
A break in time, flourescent sign. How they listen I don't know. It's a sympathetic show of cliched words to go, a sale on four, and "S's" in the eyes
With bloodshot eyes, revealing eyes, and a dynasty. One that I cannot seem to let go of. All the telltale bigscreen lies. Did it comfort you to be pictured
Well I know thought control. It works in two ways. The first one I hate more than you know. We're all a whore. It takes one to stop one. I think this
I want to take it back, the feelings that remind me of why I came back. I want to kill the dream and kill the current law. I want to bring you down to
Your heart beat is slowing with some wine. I'm reading a catastrophic sign; me up is what he says. It's competition no end. A method to the madness.
The reddest wine. The sweetest line. We're coming back. It's killing time. I'd like you to know that we're very upset. You're stupid songs that you wrote
Right wing, wrong way out of a big mess and I'm stressing out over information learned on air. I'm taking very good care of the people and the places
of the pie I've poisoned with a soft touch. It's time for you to eat up. Or may I watch you die? A death fit for a movie. I wrote it with compassion.
And it's all inside your head. Pictures painted perfect, black and red. It's a theme worth fighting for. And all the lines now have been drawn. Arousing