Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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If memory serves us, then who owns the master

How do we know who's projecting this reel

And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster

Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel

 Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know

 Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow

 Come on tell us something we don't know

Now who's the best boy and the casting director

And the editor splicing your face from the scene

It's all in the hands of a lazy projector

That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine

That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine

[repeated]

  They say all good things must come to an end

  Everyday the night must fall

How it all came to this, I simply can't recall

  Too many cooks in the kitchen

  How the mighty must fall

 But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all

I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all

I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all

Breaking up at all

And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector

That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine