Vaseline (For Lillian Gish)

Two margaritas, and an antacid
The last supper of the pleonastic
Tell me what you see in me
And I'll tell you why it's plastic
Something borrowed, something new
Take another face from the shelf
Because what else can I do
But list all my faults to myself

It's all vaseline
On the lens
It's all vaseline
It's all pretense

Talk about books I'll never read
She talks about the rangers
Always give too much too fast
To complete strangers
There's all kinds of things
I'm not at liberty to say
But this is just some dumb pop song
And I haven't slept in days

It's all vaseline
On the lens
It's all vaseline
It's all pretense

Pepsi Cola called me up
Said everything is for naught
If nothing matters in this life
Might as well spend what you got
Finish your microwave dinner
I'll smoke my Doral lights
The one good thing I can say about myself
Is that I never put up a fight

It's all vaseline
On the lens
It's all vaseline
It's all pretense

They're making a movie out on the streets
Of Austin, Texas today
Someone told me it's a radical film
The people are attractive in a real life way
Smear a handful on the glass
Make the edges blur
Everything will come to pass
But that don't mean it wont hurt

It's all vaseline
On the lens
It's all vaseline
It's all pretense
It's all vaseline
On the lens
It's all vaseline
It's all pretense