MM1.2.4-A: Neon Film Noir (Baal) (L58)

[Intro] [Distant police sirens] [Spoken, male voice, Film Noir:] "Ten P.M., shutters down—then, she darkened my door." [Spoken:] "Ravishing in red." [Spoken:] "Not her clothing, mind you—" Hahaha... [Spoken:] "The blood that stained it." [Verse 1] Oh baby! Look at you! Look at me! Creeping down this grimy alley Like two gumshoes on the scene! Is this how we get our kicks? Acting like a pair of dicks Investigating the obscene? And yet you still look so serine! She fit the role so beautifully! A modern femme fatale! Suspend your incredulity- Or she'll send you to hell! Remember where you are- In the plot of some Neon film noir! [Spoken:] “She had trouble written all over her…” [Spoken:] "‘Hey!’" [Spoken:] "She said." [Spoken:] "‘Stop writing on me!’" [Spoken:] "Fine. Straight to business, then." [Spoken:] "…I dropped the sharpie." [Verse 2] Oh baby! Scrap the cuts! And hold your butts! I'll be good cop, you'll be bad We'll make this asshole spill his guts~ Woops - I pushed too hard I guess- And killed him like a fucking klutz! Well now we've got a mess to clean! That's worse then a kick to the nuts! We wanted information but We flew right off the rails! And we didn't get a fucking thing 'cuz dead men tell no tales! Well that's just fucking par - For this tragic film noir! [Pre-chorus] Look at you! Look at me! A dark, cynical mystery Wonderin' how we Came To Be But let's skip the melodrama Put some band-aids on our trauma And we'll skirt around the Karma Continue this cyclorama It's a- [Chorus] Neon Film Noir Bubblegum and trench coats and fresh Caviar! It's just a Hardboiled bit of neo-crime fiction! A gaudy gotic romance, With sex and addiction! Just try Not to die! And I'll keep you in my Private Eye! It's a Neon Film Noir! And we are - Precisely where we're meant to be. [Spoken:] "Of all the bars in all the towns in all the world, she walked into mine." [Spoken:] "It looked like it hurt." [Verse 3] Oh baby! Set the stage! Lock the cage! Dig this dingy atmosphere Urban decay is all the rage! Contrast our silhouettes In black and white to show our age! And pull the wool over their eyes Just in time to turn the page! Oh you fit the role so beautifully! A Marlene Dietrich in green! And it's such a fuckin' Tragedy... It's eating up the last of me. Remember who you are 'Cuz you're the mother fucking star! [Bridge] I look back at the part's that we play... And wouldn't have it any other way! The script was never really in our hands... But Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn! [Pre-chorus] Look at you! Look at me! A dark, cynical mystery Wonderin' how we Came To Be But let's skip the melodrama Put some band-aids on our trauma And we'll skirt around the Karma Continue this cyclorama It's a- [Chorus] Neon Film Noir Bubblegum and trench coats and fresh Caviar! It's just a Hardboiled bit of neo-crime fiction! A gaudy gothic romance, With sex and addiction! Just try Not to die! And I'll keep you in my Private Eye! It's a Neon Film Noir! And we are - Precisely where we're meant to be. [Outro] [Spoken:] “That’s the thing about broads…” [Spoken:] "You know they’re trouble." [Spoken:] "But then they bat those eyelashes," [Spoken:] "Flash you that pretty smile…" [Spoken:] "Maybe give you a quick handy under the table at the Waffle House..." [Spoken:] "And just like that—" [Spoken:] "You’re stuck with ’em.”