Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Movie Stars, artist - Wayne Kramer. Album song Dangerous Madness, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 15.09.2014
Record label: Industrial Amusement Inc. “Cantu Omnia Vincit.”
Song language: English
Dead Movie Stars |
She’d been lost on sunset and found in a dumpster |
On western avenue |
Dead in the manner that the living would never envy |
One red shoe missing and the gold dress all ripped up and something weird |
Written across her stomach with her own lipstick |
She’d been toxic drunk |
When she met the guy |
With the soft woody harrelson smile |
And the homicide eyes |
Only beat coke and bike queen amphetamine |
Were keeping her vertical |
When she accepted |
His offer of a hundred |
And stepped into his van |
Word on the street was the cops had him for two hours |
Later the same night on a traffic beef |
But they let him go |
She’d done a walk-on in married with children |
And «900 heat» commercial |
So maybe you stretch things |
And call her a movie star |
But isn’t everyone a dead movie star at sunset and western |
He couldn’t handle the voices in his head no more |
The ones who sounded like shelly winters and e. |
emmett walsh |
And all the desperate things they wanted him to do |
And on saturday nights, |
He would call the tv shrink on the eerie |
Late night |
Call-in show |
He couldn’t tell the tv shrink about the voices |
And all the dark and terrible things they said |
Or even that he was an officer |
In the los angeles police department |
The tv shrink |
Seemed to think |
It was something to do |
With his wanting to fuck his mother |
Bu that wasn’t the case at all |
And even the fifth of scotch and the forty seconal |
Didn’t stop the voices |
In fact |
The sons of bitches kept right on |
Talking at him |
And talking at him |
And talking at him |
And talking at him |
All the ay to the final fade |
Talking at him |
About the woman in the gold dress |
And the things that he had done to her |
E. emmett walsh had wanted him |
To blow his brains out in his car |
On the freeway |
In the rush hour |
«you get on tv that way |
You’ll be a godamned movie star». |
But isn’t everyone a dead movie star |
In a black and white |
At sunset and western |
At 12th and alvarado |
At hollywood and argyle |
At selma and ivar |
Everyone’s a dead movie star |