Your Retro Career Melted
by The Faint· from Danse Macabre
recovering slowly, a torso fell/ from a beat up truck by a rural motel./ the manager seen how the truck bed bounced/ while dust flew up with a rolling sound./ voices appear from the staff outside/ in bulbous text in a western style/ his mannequin neck spun to his face/ the bars spills drunks out frame by frame/ girls pushed girls side to side/ to hear a suction sound as limbs realign/ the crowd just seemed to multiply/ they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard/ "your retro career melted"/ they couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less/ they didn't understand what the mannequin meant/ the sound of a barrelled gun held to the back/ some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass/ felshtone shards fly by wild/ they fill a plastic bag with the parts inside/ the bag got dumped, a town nearby/ they reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard:/ "your retro career melted"