You Steal The Scene

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

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 do your own stunts

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

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