The Lids Are Falling Heavy (Orleans L '91)

The lids are falling heavy down over my eyes
As the ring on your knuckle presses into my cheek
The torn dress corset girl she starts to cry
My mouth tries hard to not spring any leaks
The cameras rolling faster, faster than the scene
So when you cock the gun I am surprised
Her breasts are straining heavy at the seam
Heaving at the thought of my demise
I scream to the director that it's all going too fast
As he wines and dines a girl I used to know
He says to cut directly to the sequence of my past
As the corset girl tells my daughter of our woe
"Your daddy was killed by a man without a face
As they watched and held my hands right at my sides
You were born 7 months later in disgrace
You were small but still far too big to hide"
The cutback to the present jolts me back
And I see I must forget about the script
I see the gun you hold behind your back
And your fingers moving slowly as they grip
I steal the gun of the man who holds me down
And fire burning steel into your head
I see now that I have played the clown
For I see a face upon you now that you're dead
"Your daddy child was killed by a man without a face"
As I stare into the mirror on the wall
Brains and skin and features sometimes do not fill the space
For now I see nothing there at all
I see the corset girl is staring as the credits roll
Her hands are on her stomach which is bare
She's thinkin' 'bout the daddy that I stole
And staring into eyes that are not there