Please Miss Usher, I can't see
These Exit lights, their much too bright
But its not quite time to leave;
Here in my back row seat
There's no room to put my feet
So dim the lights and take me Jeannie
Far from from my own back streets
More of your miracles, more of your magic charms
Picture taker off we'll maker arm in your arm chair arms
Yes I'am a Camera Kazi
Saturday night suicide
Camera Kazi on this Technicolor ride...
Saturday night at the movies
Well I guess its something we should all know so well
I know that I've seen you there
Maybe once or twice, or was it thrice?
Remember that feeling of spacing our selves out by the race
To the ice cream counter at interval?
I always got mine first cause I was there every Saturday night,
And I knew the timing
Remember that sound?
What sound?
The sound of Jaffa's thundering down the floor
Towards the silver screen
Well I thought it was just plain ecstasy
Or we he just another Saturday night sucker?
A Saturday night sucker? Well I can't tell,
But I do know,
That I awoke one night to find all these damn things
Hadn't some where backed at me
When in fact it had turn my head right around
Until the silver screen churned into a blank
Seething to a void that closed in all around me
"Oh", til I just couldn't see no more
But this feeling its not unlike being trapped
In the Jaws of a sickness
But you may call this a mental illness
That is unbeknown to all but us movie psychopaths
Well I'm a 35mm schizophrenic
"Yes", I've had my close encounters
In fact! I"m a Camera Kazi
And Saturday night, every Saturday night
Is just plain suicide
Your colours fading now
Hey I cant see no more
So see ya later
Money maker out
Of these lights before
These exit lights are much to bright
But now its time to leave
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