We were so in love and our dreams were so big
We turned an old packing house into a soundstage
Celebrated with Champagne and raw
Dolphin-safe tuna, all you can eat
But Truth found other careers
As well as moisturizing routines
Film shoot days are down
From chains to valet parking
Pointing to die back sugared
With sprinkles of ideological luxury
The only way our work will be seen
Is to murder a celebrity
Or kidnap their mother
And demand a queen’s ransom
Pilgrims gather
Talks teeter.
1 comment:
Basically what the title translates to is “Blowing it out my ass.”
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