Flick

I've seen the reel before they print the film
And its not my kind of flick.
I've seen them practicing their bits
And each one's trying to move me
I walked past the gates
didn't have a SHOW to pass  

No-one tried to stop me,
Walked past the prefabs
And the make-up tents,
Believed the stunt men 

(Thought they were real)
Showing off their tricks,
When I walked in they all turned to stare
Someone had a pencil of a kind,
A camera flash left me blind.. 

for a while
And there I am,
I'm holding typescripts

on screen

Some one's feeding me the lines

They want me to show it all

They say:

"If you want to get on babe

You have to learn to act 

(play the game)

You're not giving out at all"

I'm moved away and they carry on without me

Two stunt men spoiling for a fight

"Dig deep to your roots

And show us what you find

Bring out for all of us to see

If you want someone to hate

If you want to use a knife

Then babe just pretend its me

If you want to use a knife

Then babe just pretend its me."

I get confused, I try to walk away again

He takes me by the arm and shouts

Calls me a coward and a no good parasite

There's something dying inside me.

There's miles of land between me and the exit gate,

I have to strain my eyes to see

It looks as if I'm in another world

And I can't tell where's better

So I look at the reel before it's printed

I've got the future in my mind

I took a look at your movie

And it's not my kind.