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Slapped Actress

Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision

Don't tell my family they're all wicked strict Christian

Don't tell the hangers on, don't tell your friends

Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City againDon't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted

Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us

Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins

Don't tell them, Ybor City almost killed us againWe are the theater, they are the people

Dressed up to be seated, looking upwards and dreaming

We're the projectors, we're hosting the screening

We're dust in the spotlights, we're just kinda floatingDon't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess

Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest

Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts

Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the churchThey queue up for tickets to see the performance

They push to get closer looking upwards with wonder

We are the actors, the cameras are rolling

I'll be Ben Gazarra, you'll be Gena RowlandsSometimes actresses get slapped

Sometimes actresses get slapped

Sometimes fake fights turn out bad

Sometimes actresses get slappedSome nights making it look real

Might end up with someone hurt

Some nights it's just entertainment

And some other nights it's worseThey come in for the beating, sit in stadium seating

They're holding their hands out for the body and blood now

We're the directors, our hands will hold steady

I'll be John Cassavetes, let me know when you're readyWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Man, we make our own movies

Man, we make our own moviesWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Man, we make our own movies

Man, we make our own moviesWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

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