I begin with Culver City
Where the handsome faggots
Make pretty pretty
Empty lots, secrets well kept

Nothing standing
But the frame of a set
Some things are built
To withstand regret

It was cinematic
How we loved;
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!

She wore off
Like a prom dress
Heels a kickin'
Short hair a mess
Painted nails for turning tricks
Throw something hard
Something stick
Throw nothing, nothing slips

Tip and tuck down the 99
Pedal pushed down
The entire time
Running scared
'Til the ceiling falls
Banging her head
Wrists rubbed raw
Addicted to something
We never saw

It was cinematic
How we loved;
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!

Off the freeway
Dreamland burns
The ultimate take
In the land of returns
With a glycerin smile and
A tear for tragedy
Something grand
Judy left for me
Nothing more than
Box office history

It was cinematic
How we loved;
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!
I begin where Garland died
Looked like a child all her life
So will I