Your Retro Career Melted

Recovering slowly, a torso fell
 From a beat up truck by a rural motel
 The manager seen how the truck bed bounced
 While dust flew up with a rolling sound
 Voices appear from the staff outside
 In bulbous text, in a western style
 His mannequin neck spun to turn his face
 The bars spills drunks out frame by frame
 Girls pushed girls side to side
 To hear a suction sound as limbs realign
 The crowd just seemed to multiply
 They hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard
 Your retro career melted
 Your retro career melted
 Your retro career melted
 Your retro career melted
 They couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less
 They didn't understand what the mannequin meant
 The sound of a barrelled gun held to the back
 Some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass
 Fleshtone shards fly by wild
 They fill a plastic bag with the parts inside
 The bag got dumped, a town nearby
 They reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard
 Your retro career m-m-melted
 Your retro career m-m-melted
 Your retro career m-m-melted
 Your retro career m-m-melted
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 Your retro career m-m-melted
 Your retro career m-m-melted
 Your retro career m-m-melted
 Your retro career m-m-melted
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