Kabuki Theatre

Kabuki Theatre

WRITTEN BY: CAMERON BLAKE

I remember who you are 
From standing in the dance hall light 
I’ve remembered you for 30 years 
God, it’s been 30 years or better since we met that night 

We were just boys not men then 
I remember when you still believed 
That friends make better enemies 
Then you clicked your heels 
Turned and walked away from me 

Meet Jane, she’s the girl I was talkin’ about 
She’s vain and young enough 
To cover up your birthday like a powder puff 
You’ve changed but the years remain 
Are you still living on your parent’s dime? 
Ah, you’re chained to the naked eye 
Off the record after closing time 

I remember who you are 
From standing in the dance hall light 
I’ve remembered you for 30 years 
God, it’s been 30 years or better since we met that night 

We were just boys not men then 
I remember when you still believed 
That friends make better enemies 
Then you clicked your heels 
And disappeared right next me 

Now you’re standing in front of the country 
On a podium you didn’t build 
Swinging your charm in the spotlight 
Wearing shoes you can’t possibly fill 

And the wheels of the culture are burning 
The wheels of the culture are burning 
The wheels of the culture are burning, burning 
From the fire raging up on the hill 

They’ve perfected man out in California 
Because everyone looks like James Dean 
But I’m out here reading Charles Bukowski 
And thinking about democracy 

When Hollywood secedes from the union 
And commissions a king and her queen 
And the pawns and the bishops 
Read the Bible like textbooks 
To try and figure out what it all means 

And Ferdinand’s still smelling roses 
As the matador’s down on his knees 
Begging for peace in the valley 
From the stingers and roar of the bees 

Now you’re standing in front of the country 
In a theatre that you didn’t fill 
Watching your bodyguards searching 
All the purses and book bags and belts 

And the wheels of the culture are burning 
The wheels of the culture are burning 
The wheels of the culture are burning, burning 
From the fire raging up on the hill

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