Bang Bang Club

Draw a dot, draw a bead
Lifeline on glass rewriting
Shot on shot, Ouroboros shot on tape
So visceral,
The breath you take shutting twenty-four silver barred cages
Air's fat, cut away
Draw a dot, a sprocket crease
Catches the kids you're half-watching
Flash! 9mm once removed
Face bubbles away
You can't open his glass coffin
Your own is in the way

Blockbuster films are our meal replacements
The ugliest man is more beautiful
Children's plates are a market to capture
Grow waistlines, delight the investors
'cause the real profits
On the billboards in their pockets
Wants turned needs
Stop bath fix on a developing child
The purchase slogans keep

Run a show, buy a lead
Photographers behind police
Shots stray to soft targets especially
Who's buying this story
The bored, the uninvolved
The foreign armchair dissenter
All silent
Pour a shot, grab a seat
Photographers take what they need
The guided tour press junket runs daily
And who is to say
That they're marking up the tapeout
Short the circuit, shoot the translator
The light comes on anyway

Favela, favela, favela
CCTV Zapruder
Unseen others
Miniature, miniature people
Compressed rain streaking grey
The unwashed laundered casualties
Follow orders to a man with a portrait out of frame
And servicemen will follow closely
Stop bath fix on a developing country
Paid to look away

But then again, your life's not much to look at, is it

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Credits
Writer(s): John Giacoppe
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