Matador Records - Play for Today lyrics

[Stuart] I'm in a play written today about a boy Who hides in attics when the sun is up Everyone is at work What will I do? Where will I go? Show me the way The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb Show the way to grow old Love is a guide The endless river of the soul But we are mean The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone Lust is my friend She comes to me when I am tired Life is a rope, d**h is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap [Dee Dee] I'm in a play written today about a girl She gets on perfectly with young and old Everybody loves her What would she wear? The cut of her hair? The way that she slides Gracefully into the working week She hides her baggage inside She's got a friend An ugly monster that will eat your face She hides her crime A hefty catalogue of wasted time She's got a friend A lonely monster that will prey on you Life is a secret, d**h is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap Life is a secret, d**h is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap [Stuart] I'm in a play written today about a boy Tired and melancholy, takes the weight Takes the weight of the world [Dee Dee] I walked alone, loving a song Walking the earth The worn-out sister who is twenty-three Dried and wrinkled, alone I'll give you a month To see past shadows in your sacred mind I'll give you a week To look Medusa in the eye I'll give you a month To notice heaven in the sight of stage (Author, author! Author, author!) [Dee Dee] You're king inside your head You're sitting on the throne of sand You're pushing back the tide [Stuart] So lift the mountain up So tie the writer's ribbons down Assemble all your troops [Together] We go to war with metaphors And suddenly see sense (And suddenly see sense) And when you do, I'll have the higher ground (I'll have the higher ground) You're not the king of me I'll take my chance and play for tyranny I build the sets, I light the scene We're prettier when we are on the screen I build the sets, I light the scene We're braver when we're on the sacred screen The backstage of your life Is filled with props and lines you should have sung The backstage of your life Is filled with echoes of the ones you love