Frame 230

He was never dead

He will never die

Forever sleeping

On a bullet-hole bed

He will always lie

He’s Mister Superhero, and Mister Super Hate-Millimetred

With Pill-box hats at Ground Zero

To keep us all so high

(We’re all so high…)

Your tears make us all so blurry

And dust on celluloid makes us all so dirty

(Remember…) You’re born when you die on Frame Two-Thirty

Your tears make us all so blurry

And dust on celluloid makes us all so dirty

(Remember…) You’re born when you die on Frame Two-Thirty

(We’re always stuck on Frame Two-Thirty…)

It will never end

If you never let

Zapruder’s camera

Stop filming, my friend

Just take it all in

We’re drinking Marilyn’s sham-pain, counting the frames until the end

We’ve got negative eyes and sprocket-holes in our brain

So frozen

(Frozen in the frame…)

Your tears make us all so blurry

And dust on celluloid makes us all so dirty

(Remember…) You’re born when you die on Frame Two-Thirty

Your tears make us all so blurry

And dust on celluloid makes us all so dirty

(Remember…) You’re born when you die on Frame Two-Thirty

(We’re always stuck on Frame Two-Thirty…)

Your tears make us all so blurry

And dust on celluloid makes us all so dirty

(Remember…) You’re born when you die on Frame Two-Thirty

Your tears make us all so blurry

And dust on celluloid makes us all so dirty

(Remember…) You’re born when you die on Frame Two-Thirty

(We’re always stuck on Frame Two-Thirty…)