A Grand Scene For A Color Film - Norma Jean

SIT DOWN!

Return to sender, I’ve fallen off the hint of suggestion

Unlearning the strange devices of the world

It’s the end of the earth or something like it, like it

The great universal coma has arrived

We are holding our hands towards the sun

Sit down, come on sit down.

Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re

Going to town

Return to sender, carried straight from the womb to the grave

Your eyes have been paled to emptiness

All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts

Of this, the Great Manipulator!

The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun

Has become empty and automatic

Sit down, sit down, come on sit down

Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re going to town

Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re going to town!

You’ve given us user friendly grenades!

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say?

The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun

Has become empty and automatic

Sit down, sit down, come on sit down

The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun

Has become empty and automatic

Sit down, sit down, come on sit down

Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re going to town!