"Fall Of The Big Screen" lyrics

"Fall Of The Big Screen"

Media mogul, telecom tyrant
Digital dictator, streaming sultan
No more leather felt deliberation
The last days of Rome

Trips out, trips in
In a detached nation
Oh confections, concocted at home

Media mogul, telecom tyrant
Digital dictator, streaming sultan
Media mogul, telecom tyrant
Digital dictator, streaming sultan

Bezos got us wrapped up tight
Safety blanket initiated
Pasting sulters up in bright, red letters
Signage, outdated

Media mogul, telecom tyrant
Digital dictator, streaming sultan
Media mogul, telecom tyrant
Digital dictator, streaming sultan

Like the Paris liberation
Seemingly state of disrepair
But nothings truly, irreparable
And told your public is facing elsewhere

Media mogul, telecom tyrant
Digital dictator, streaming sultan
Media mogul, telecom tyrant
Digital dictator, streaming sultan

The fall of the big screen
The fall of the big screen
The fall of the big screen
The fall of the big screen
The fall of the big screen
The fall of the big screen
The fall of the big screen
The fall of the big screen


Writer(s): William Alan King, Alfred Charles Husband, George Frederick Ullyott, Zachary Lawrence Woolley
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