Madeline Ferguson Capgun Symphony Crescendo Lyrics

Warmth of breath upon your shoulders, pressed hard plastic to your head.
Whispered softly in your ear: 'move and you're as good as dead.'
Six o'clock and cameras rolling a story like they've never seen.
Pools of blood and names in bold will flash on every TV screen.
They will try to bargain with us. They will tell us lies, I'm sure.
We'll answer with a banchee wail when they come storming through the door.
They'll say "(our names), we have you surrounded."
Then a blaze of glory and capguns blazing.
Capgun symphony crushendo casts us into history.
Now our only claim to fame is spilled upon the mezzanine.
Explanation: The world of voyeur tv has become cutthroat. The fame is there for the taking, it's just a question of who is willing to do what it takes to claim it.