Great Man Singing

On Marlon Brando's island
We drank wine from human skulls
While we played lawn darts
On the beach
We took shots at helicopters
Full of European journalists
Who'd come to take
The great man's measure

At night we watched old training films
About safety in the sawmill
Marlon laughed at all the
Bad fake blood
We took our meals in silence
Like two monks aboard a spaceship
Going nowhere
And hideously bored

The island was a dream
But Marlon didn't say much
Til he hit me with a club to
Watch me bleed
He said you give a guy a pass
When he's

Good at playing creepy
Or when he makes you laugh
He works you like a dummy
When staring in his eyes
Is like staring at still water
You become a great
White flower and
A newborn baby's cry
Ricocheting off the mountain can't
Capture your attention
You hear the great man singing and
You think the song is about you when
Even if it is, well
It's still a murder ballad but you
Give the guy a pass
When he's good at playing creepy
He wants to make you cry
But you long for his comfort
He understands your horror since
After after all he made it
Like a god who's gone to seed
And demands perverse devotion
You give the guy a pass
When he's
Good at playing creepy
He's good at playing creepy
He's good at playing creepy when he's good
When he's good