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Driving the car
Touching the gun
Finding the street
You write the book
And I'll script the movie
The eternal victim of the cowboy hero terrorist pop star
Walks habitually into bullets and they tunnel through him
All day long
He tumbles dramatically onto pavements
Clutching his chest
You write the book
And I'll script the movie
He draws the crowds
Like a white-face circus clown in a red shirt
Roll up! Roll up for the real thing
You write the book
And I'll script the movie
There's nothing braver than death
Except its infliction
And the we-did-it phone call
Is a fine trick to pull off
At the end of a perfect performance
You write the book
And I'll script the movie
You write the book
And I'll script the movie
You write the book
And I'll script the movie