Laurence Overmire - Silver Screen lyrics

We take a little man Somewhat more appealing than the rest Blow him up 50 feet high His face as big as a storefront window A godlike Colossus to straddle The straits of our inadequacy Shoulders to carry our burden of failure Champion of our dignity Always honorable, never cheap He makes us believe we are better than We are He fights when we need to fight Feels when we need to feel Thank God we never chance to meet him Short and balding in the flesh, without make-up Hear silly words, words that are his own Not scripted out of myth What a shock that would be Why We'd have to completely re-evaluate Who we are And what's worse Uncomfortably disillusioned Find something else to do on Friday nights That doesn't require much Thinking.