Well you'd die to make a drama, cause you live for tragedy
And we are all just "B" list actors, in this role you wish to lead
Some have played the part so well, and for years I sang that song
But this movie set is mine, so find another, move along
Cause you live in black and white, where there's always wrong and right
And I live in technicolor, where the profane sees the light
Where the words aren't always clean, and the jokes border obscene
Where we all sit in directors' chairs and share the silverscreen
Does it hurt to read the script, that was inked without your pen
And does it hurt to look upon me, through your ever-righteous lens
When the crew ignores your prompts, when your action's unfulfilled
But that headache's yours to own, so go and find yourself a pill
Cause you live in black and white, where there's always wrong and right
And I live in technicolor, where the profane sees the light
Where the words aren't always clean, and the jokes border obscene
Where we all sit in directors' chairs and share the silverscreen
Cause you live in black and white, where there's always wrong and right
And I live in technicolor, where the profane sees the light
Where the words aren't always clean, and the jokes border obscene
Where we all sit in directors' chairs and share the silverscreen
