"Cut!" used on superqueens album 'cheap shots', 2004

"Cut!"

my sister’s husband's daughter's man 
is on four kinds of drip
- you could say he's well connected
for the first time in his life
the remote control's the only thing
that's firmly in his grip
and gangrene's got the doctors
sharpening the knife

we're in marlboro country
on the flipside of the billboard
shovelling the horseshit
and the hidden costs

his stetson is a crew cut and a vacant stare
his six-gun changes channels
it's a lightning-tipped repeater
a lassoo of pure catarrh
stops conversation in its tracks
and he rides the satellite sierras
on a beige and black three-seater

"howdya feel, stevie boy?"
-"well, not too fucking clever"
"you giving up the cigs, then?"
-"i'm too young to say never"
"i see you're hooked up to a screen"
-"yeah, it's like a porn film, without the sex"
"guess you'll have to quit the ballet"
-"nah, i'll just teach myself some new steps"

and in the western tradition
he grins at his own jokes
and faces down the man in black
who smiles as he smokes
and he spits a bit of script
at the invisible director
"fuck it, take the battery out of that smoke detector,
i'm lighting up"

and the anaesthetic
fights to keep his thick mouth shut
and the doctors
and my sister's husband's daughter's man
shout "cut!"