Slapped Actress

Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision

Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christians

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

Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again

Don'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 again

We 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 kind of floating

Don'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 church

They 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 Gazzara, you'll be Gina Rowlands

Sometimes actresses get slapped

Sometimes actresses get slapped

Sometimes fake fights turn out bad

Sometimes actresses get slapped

Some nights making it look real

Might end up with someone hurt

Some nights it's just entertainment

And some other nights it's work

They come in for the feeding, 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 Cassavettes, let me know when you're ready

Man, we make our own movies

Man, we make our own movies

Man, we make our own movies

Man, we make our own movies