The frame is out of focus but the angle and the lights are
just right, yeah just right
And the views from the floor are for us,
sweet and bitter with a taste of
tonight, tonight
Flying off the handle
of the pot that called the kettle
black and blue in the hall
where you're bleeding on the wall
and the devil's on the stairs,
and he's unprepared for
what I can do for you
And I can see
It's gonna be ones of those nights
That's all about me
It's all about style and the glare of the lights
This is poise, this is grace this is dignity
This is noise, this is pace, this integrity
It won't let me down
It won't let me down
And the actors take their places
set their poses, pull their faces
just right, just right
I'm turning blue
while I'm waiting for my cue
in the room down the hall,
where the writing's on the wall
the devil's on the stairs
and he's unprepared
for what I can do for you
you will be too
I want all of your lines
I will recite them just like mine
I won't go back on my word
The taste, the touch, the sound that you heard