standing by the car, in a silver thing
staring into space, like an astronaut
in a western town, as the evening falls
in the late summer, in the far future

you steal the scene
you steal the scene

standing on the set, curling cigarettes
in a body suit, getting in the mood
for an action scene, in the madman’s dream
when the camera’s roll, you’ll do your own stunts

you steal the scene
you steal the scene

standing on a chair, noose around your neck
in a body suit, catching everything
kick the chair away, as the cameras rock
movies of your life, flash before your eyes

you steal the scene
you steal the scene

now you’re underground, added to the gate
tattered from the suit, every twitch and sigh
lie before your art, in the public eye
with your trademark smile, changing all the time

you steal the scene
you steal the scene

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