Video Stores

Pain in the feet
Both, surrounded by stilts
Printed on the banners on the walls
Walls — grease stained, dark yellow tint
Holding up the part that the heart wasn’t in
Like, heart — pumping out the blood or whatever the symbol is for love
Or something kind of similar
Blood, plasma, platelets sold on the notion that it’s warm but it sounds so
goddamn cold
A man just walked in the door and blew his smoke out into the lobby
Inconsiderate asshole, doesn’t that cat know the studies on second-hand smoke
I work with a guy that wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he vents with threats when the
customer’s gone
My, oh my, what a change from back in the day when tickets were only a couple
bucks
You don’t wanna see a show today
That new flick is a protégé
It’s the same movie as the last one that was made about the one that came
before that
So point your eyes up and let them dive in to the sky
Save your nine bucks and twenty-five cents
Like, «Hi, your movie’s through those first set of doors»
Whatever happened to the video stores?
When I rock a peace sign, it’s not a gimmick or a fraud
It’s a personal goal that I never may achieve
Sippy cup and sucker, little hippy motherfucker
Give me a Coke and support the troops, Bob Dylan
Support — the reason this building is falling down
A reason for the silence
And in my case, a reason for the sound of the ballpoint scratching on the
surface of that tree that I made them cut down
Pain — both feet sitting on a stool in the box office on a partly cloudy Sunday
night
I wonder why the weather channel says it’s partly cloudy when it’s nighttime
and you can’t see a goddamn sight
Maybe it’s just part of the job and they don’t question it
As long as that check gets in and food is on the plate
Food — I wonder if Jesus would’ve asked to make that soda extra large for just
fifty cents more
Whoever let that cat out of the bag is solely responsible for everything I have
Everything I lost, and everything I gained that turned love to happiness and
happiness to pain
Pain — for the broken hearts in line at the concession stand
Wearing second hands so that their kids can have a drink
Sitting on the outside looking in, I guess there’s maybe something I can learn
from those yellow stained walls
Corporation hands high, human being pro, so I’m sorry in advance if it’s hard
to see me go
Humans, bones, emotions, goals and the shit we try to make up to fill in all
the holes
You are just a building, you must make a killing
I must make enough to write about it in my home
You are just a movie, consider the source and call it twenty-one guns for the
video stores, it’s like that
You don’t wanna see a show today
That new flick is a protégé
It’s the same movie as the last one that was made about the one that came
before that
So point your eyes up and let them dive in to the sky
Save your nine bucks and twenty-five cents
Like, «Hi, your movie’s through those first set of doors»
Whatever happened to the Beatles, huh?