The Old Style Prison Break
Written by Neil Robert Herd
The colour of the poster...
Says what the film be
Midnight blue a thriller...
White says comedy...
When it comes to westerns...
Americana brown
Shoot the scene in sepia, wrap it by sundown
Grey hat on the Good Guys...
black hat goes to jail,
you can bet he's busting out, got no chance of bail
then his brassy girlfriend...
show us with a cake,
files his way to freedom, it's an old-style prison break
The old-style prison break...
A move I'd make
A claim I'd stake...
The old style prison break,
The old style prison break,
A move I'd make
A great escape, the old style prison break
I'm not looking backward...
the worlds the wrong way round,
all our thoughts are in the clouds...
they should be on the ground,
Step it out a-lively...
in fancy working boots
Set these muddy tyres rolling to your roots
Story's always tidy in an hour or two
Count on the director to tell you what to do
You can cut the bad bits, leave them on the floor
That take had it all; let's do one more
An old screen play writer sits high above this town
With his pipe and dressing gown he moves the words
around
Who will win the goldrush or fail in poverty
Who will rise above it ring the bell of liberty
The old-style prison break, a move I'd make
a claim I'd stake...The old style prison break,
The old style prison break,
A move I'd make, A great escape, the old style prison break.
(c) Neil Robert Herd
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