"Charlie Sheen Reaches Out To The Feds" lyrics

"Charlie Sheen Reaches Out To The Feds"

Everybody's making money, everybody's flying high
Who among my brethren is more beautiful than I?
Who puts out on the carpet? Who knows ahead of time
Which camera he should turn to when it's time to say his line?

I'm watching movies, heart pounding like a drum
Call out in the dark for somebody to come
Do you see what I see? There's no way all that's fake
Only so much a good man can take
But you can't fight evil all alone
"Please, James, get the director on the phone"

I will rise to this occasion
I will rise to this occasion
I will rise, rise to this occasion
I will rise to this occasion

I lead the agents back to the screening room
And in the dark, we watch the blood flowers bloom
And then the credits seem to roll on forever
I know people who can find out who put this thing together

After a while, one of them said
"Listen, Charlie, you're from Hollywood
And the moving pictures aren't what they used to be, it's true
But I'm not sure what you think the bureau can do"
Gentlemen, the camera doesn't lie
How many more innocent women must die?

I will rise to this occasion
I will rise to this occasion
I will rise, rise to this occasion
I will rise, rise, rise, rise, rise to this occasion


Writer(s): John S Darnielle
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