Buñuel

Luis Buñuel made bullets and guns at home to pass the time away
With careful fingers and eyes getting old, smoking the whole time

Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight
A great plague passes and saves us for later
Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play

Gunpowder stains, lose all sense of time, can't seem to recall
The function of what you lost yourself in making

Every whorehouse in ever civil war
Knows better ways to make you wait
Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play

Luis buñuel watching the wine glass tremble as the train passes by
Wizened fingers, revolution and lust, soul and spine

Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight
A great plague passes and saves us for later
Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play
Every whorehouse in every civil war
Knows better ways to make you wait
Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play