Film School

Film School
Death came in the form of a little girl laughing.
Well, it's made no sense ever since...
She comes to me.

Death issues a storm toward the fisherman and longshoreman.
It makes no sense - makes no sense!
She comes to me, she comes to me, yeah...

Noisily loading a camera, one without sound.
If only to do noble things like filming her in tight jeans,
oh, constantly longing for me.

I saw the closing credits of my life, you know,
you were mentioned twice.
Death plays Atari: Berserk, Tank Battle and Pong.
She dares you to play along.
She comes to me, she comes to me.

Noisily loading a camera, one without sound.
If only to do noble things like filming her in tight jeans,
oh, constantly longing, that's me ... that's me.

I'm gonna take my time,
I'm gonna straddle that fine line.
I'm gonna get you on film, get you out of my head,
get you on film!

I should have gone to film school.
What have I done with my life?

Death came in the form of a life without you.