The Actor

Bricked up a kilo
Paneled down in the back door
All the while I’m riding
To auditions I’m not getting

Why do I keep on returning to you?

All American jawlines
One moment going over scene lines
Grind the scripts like teeth

Why do I keep on returning to you?
Cocaine, cocaine

Swarm TV cameras
Click and stumble at the Chateau
Later, I hear John’s
Body got carried out
Ice cream was a code word
Told to me by a cold man
These nice hotels
I don’t know your clientele

Why do I keep on returning to you?
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocainе, cocaine
Why do I keep on returning to you?
Give mе some ice cream
Give it to me now
Oh, now

I’m in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He’s never gonna make it)
(He’s never gonna make it in LA)
I’m in the deepest end of an empty pool
Cocaine, cocaine
I’m in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He’s never gonna make it)
(He’s never gonna make it in LA)
I’m in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He’s never gonna make it)
Cocaine
(He’s never gonna make it)
Cocaine