John Cooper Clarke — Film Extras Extra

An X-film extra's extra I exit when I'm ex'd I get it in the neck I get my check But i don't get what comes next I got my break in the 'frisco quake Clark Gable got the lead They said 'make like a piece of steak... Lay on that plate and bleed' Swine herds and hunch backs Led to bigger things I was Pontius Pilate's punch bag You remember king of king's Understudy studies scripts And stunt men dice with doom You found me in a gothic crypt Or in some squalid room Where Clint Eastwood kicks my teeth in Several times a day I'm the best dead body in the business I don't have much to say Except... aaahhh, ooohhh, ahh, ohh, uhh, ahh, uhhh And ohh, ahh, nhhh, ahh ohh and thank you lord What can you say on the end of a sword You just run out of breath I carried seven ceasars Around seven cities of gold I was the one who didn't whip Jesus In the greatest story ever told Fake snakes, mock crocks And killers cut my throat That's me in the pine box I know all about boats I was on the titanic I did what was required And i was the first to panic On the day the earth caught fire Hacksaw blades and hand grenades Dum dum bullets and darts When pagans raid the stockade I get mangled by their carts I fall from trains and torture dames Just to keep in trim I get slain on memory lane And the people say 'oh it's him' It was in this third rate thriller I actually got to talk Saying 'look... the killer gorillas They're eating up New York' I ride this phony pony In a place a bit like the world In the eyes of adults only I never get the girl Tarantulas invade my bed Ohh it's wonderful I'm a talking head... full of lead Blublblublblublblublblub I scream all the way to the chair I scream in the face of tanks I take the stairway to the stairs And I scream all the way to the banks Photogenic passion Impales me on it's knife Hero's made from fashion But dying's a job for life