Actors in Reverse

City streets playing hide and seek
With liars on the shore
L.A. freaks with plastic physiques
Fighting commercial war

A serenade played as the priest did play
And the Paul Bearer checked his watch
When you die alone in west L.A.
The priest sits scratching his crotch

Put me in a hearse, sing a silent curse
A monologue, demagogue, psycho and perverse
Lock me in a cell, never speak nor tell
Send me back to hell

So is it me or you?
They're just actors in reverse
Could it be so true?
All these bastards have rehearsed

Buy a claim on the walk of fame
Only forty grand for a star
Get a gucci belt, better play the game
With a supermodel on your arm

You think you're real when you're really not
You're just a plywood TV star
With a silver spoon and a golden yacht
A corpse in a fancy car

Put me in a hearse, sing a silent curse
A monologue, demagogue, psycho and perverse
Lock me in a cell, never speak nor tell
Send me back to hell (One more time)

Put me in a hearse, sing a silent curse
A monologue, demagogue, psycho and perverse
Lock me in a cell, never speak nor tell
Send me back to hell

So is it me or you?
They're just actors in reverse
Could it be so true?
All these bastards have rehearsed

When I feel afraid can you feel my pain?
When I feel so jaded and look faded
I feel afraid, I don't feel the same anymore

Teacher, what's come over me?
Preacher, what's come over you?
Creatures can I come on through?
Can I follow you?

Shake up the movie scene
The bastards coming clean wasting everything
She wants some cunning linguist
Who's hard to distinguish
Wasting all of me so set me free