The Director’s Cut of Your Life

They’re hanging me tonight 
Say have you got a light? 
The boat’s pushed farther out 
The vultures start to pout 
They’re killing off the leading part 
Until the next time 
Paste, cut 
The only way you’ll see me

Up in the big city blues
With nothing left to lose 
The last dance we know 
Is raring up to go 
I wish you wouldn’t throw those knives 
They’re pretty eerie 
Paste, cut 
The only way you’ll see me

The last dance we know 
Is raring up to go 
It’s such a long way home 
It’s such a long way home 
These winding roads to Rome 
Always tripping on the wires 
Until the next time 
Paste, cut 
The only way you’ll see me

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