Luis Bunuel made bullets and guns
At home to pass the time away
With careful fingers and eyes getting old

Smoking the whole time

Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight

A great plague passes and saves us for later
Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play


Gunpowder stains lose all sense of time
Can't seem to recall the function

Of what you lost yourself in making

Every !@^%house in every civil war

Knows betters ways to make you wait
Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play


Luis Bunuel watching the wine glass tremble
As the train passes by wizened fingers

Revolution and lust, soul and spine

Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight

A great plague passes and saves us for later
Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play


Every !@^%house in every civil war
Knows better ways to make you wait

Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play