Heaven's Just for Moviemakers Songtext
von Graham Wright

Go to Europe, make your movies, don′t come back until you're ready
They won′t miss you, back at home, no they won't even know youre gone
Spanish women, Don Quixote, pockets full of strangers money, showmanship instead of genius!
And I don't want to hear about your flaws don′t want to hear about your many lies
And I don′t want to watch you eat yourself to death and then get swallowed up inside Build a house with Rita Hayworth, out in Bixler by the ocean, do a little magic in the lawn to make a little money on
Gather 'round now all you fakers, heaven′s just for movie makers. Bring your cameras, make your pictures
And I don't want to hear about your flaws, don′t want to hear about your many lies
And I don't want to watch you eat yourself to death and then get swallowed up inside.
Swallowed up inside!