The Photographer Lyrics

A perfect lie did save your life
As she lay stiff and sexless on your bed.
You pushed aside and asked to hide
Along with all your brutal reality slides.

We had front seats for your slide show.
We had front seats for your slide show.

Mr Demille, the close up shot
Oh just shut up and let the photo talk
Oh just shut your mouth
And stand up straight.
Flash goes the camera called life's mistakes

We had front seats for your slide show.
We had front seats for your slide show.

We had front seats for your slide show.