Too Many Movies

Seems that God's little mother

Is bringing his son up so right

She's wearing the heart of America

Where daddy is just 'out of sight'

She's got Al Capone's ghost in his diaper

And Sitting Bull made out of wax

And hard plastic dolls that cry 'mama'

Whose eyes close when laid on their backs

And the gas in the lungs of Carl Chessman

Is made up of Femme-Fresh and gin

You see, 'cause unlike crazy mum's Billy Graham

She forced the poor guy to breathe in

We've been watching too many movies

Laid right back, cut 'n' dried

With heroines in happy hereafters

Where death is for failed suicide

Where death is for failed suicide

The virgin Mary's good gangster

Is thinking of mum as he dies

She wiped out his mind as a youngster

His soul sweeps the jail of her lies

And gone with the wind and the cool hand

Are Luke and the truth about dad

While showbiz princesses lie sun-tanned

Still thinking John Henry is bad

The father, the son and the holy disgrace

Bathe in the blood of the race

No way, no way to treat a lady

Is nearer than twice Peyton Place

Is nearer than twice Peyton Place

We've been watching too many movies

Laid right back, cut 'n' dried

With heroines in happy hereafters

Where death is for failed suicide

Where death is for failed suicide

And whatever Mother says is justified