Every room’s a stage for me
Red barn curtains set me free
Corn makes footlights, row on row
Take my hand, my scarecrow beau
Pitchfork through the goose. It dies
I feed the gator. No goodbyes
Past the fields, beyond the frame
The world is waiting for my name
Technicolor delusion
Make me big upon the screen
Technicolor delusion
Love me while I make you scream
Red dress, suitcase, take your place
They want a younger, blonder face
Seven cities disappear
Mother’s voice is all I hear
One small "no" splits every seam
Bare church boards beneath the dream
Past the fields, beyond the frame
No one’s waiting for my name
Technicolor delusion
Make me big upon the screen
Technicolor delusion
Love me while I make you scream
I’ll speak as if he’s sitting here
I wish you dead. I need you near
I thought your love would buy the road
You chose the fields. I bore the load
Small things first. I liked the thrill
I know it’s wrong. I liked to kill
I turn your no to yes. You run
My axe keeps time till you are done
Seat dead parents in their chairs
Flies come swarming to our prayers
Technicolor delusion
Make me big upon the screen
Technicolor delusion
Love me while I make you scream
This smile’s the only dress I wear
You’re home. I hold it while you stare