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