Film Extra's Extra

John Cooper Clarke

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    an x-film extra's extra
    i exit when i'm ex'd
    i get it in the neck
    i get my check
    but i don't get what comes next

    I got my break in the 'frisco quake
    clarke gable got the lead
    they said 'make like a piece of steak...
    lay on that plate and bleed'

    swine herds and hunch backs
    led to bigger things
    i was ponchas pilot's punch bag
    you remember king of king's

    understudy studies scripts
    and stunt men dice with doom
    you found me in a gothic crypt
    or in some squalid room

    where clint eastwood kicks my teeth in
    several times a day
    i'm the best dead body in the business
    i don't have much to say

    except... aaahhh, ooohhh, ahh, ohh, uhh, ahh, uhhh
    and ohh, ahh, nhhh, ahh ohh and thank you lord
    what can you say on the end of a sword
    you just run out of breath

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    i carried seven ceasars
    around seven cities of gold
    i was the one who didn't whip Jesus
    in the greatest story ever told

    fake snakes, mock crocks
    and killers cut my throat
    that's me in the pine box
    i know all about boats

    i was on the titanic
    i did what was required
    and i was the first to panic
    on the day the earth caught fire

    hacksaw blades and hand grenades
    dum dum bullets and darts
    when pagans raid the stockade
    i get mangled by their carts

    i fall from trains and torture dames
    just to keep in trim
    I get slain on memory lane
    and the people say 'oh it's him'

    it was in this third rate thriller
    i actually got to talk
    saying 'look... the killer gorillas,
    they're eating up New York'

    i ride this phony pony
    in a place a bit like the world
    in the eyes of adults only
    i never get the girl

    tarantulas invade my bed
    ohh it's wonderful
    i'm a talking head... full of lead
    blublblublblublblublblub

    i scream all the way to the chair
    i scream in the face of tanks
    i take the stairway to the stairs
    and i scream all the way to the banks

    photogenic passion
    impales me on it's knife
    hero's made from fashion
    but dying's a job for life

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    Composition: John Cooper Clarke

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