Slapped Actress The Hold Steady

Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision
Don't tell my family. They're all wicked strict Christians
Don't tell the hangers-on. Don't tell your friends
Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again.

Don't tell the dancers. They'll just get distracted
Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us
Don't mention the bloodshed. Don't mention the skins
Don't tell them Ybor City almost killed us again

We are the theater
They are the people dressed up to be seated
Looking upwards and dreaming
We're the projectors
We're hosting the screening
We're dust in the spotlights
We're just kind of floating

Don't drop little hints. I don't want them to guess
Don't mention Tampa they'll just know all the rest
Don't mention the bloodshed don't tell them it hurts
Don't say we saw angels. They'll take us straight to the church

They queue up for tickets
To see the performance
They push to get closer
Looking upwards with wonder
We are the actors
The cameras are rolling
I'll be Ben Gazzara
You'll be Gena Rowlands.