Your Retro Career Melted

Recovering slowly, a torso fell

From a beat up truck by a rural motel

The manager seen how the truck bed bounced

While dust flew up with a rolling sound

Voices appear from the staff outside

In bulbous text in western style

His manneneck spin to turn his face

The bar spills drunks out frame by frame

Girls pushed girls side to side

To hear a suction sound as limbs realign

The crowd just seemed to multiply

They hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard

"Your retro career melted"

They couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less

They didn't understand what the mannequin meant

The sound of a barreled gun held to the back

Some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass

Fleshtone shards fly by wild

The fill a plastic bag with the parts inside

The bag got dumped, a town nearby

The reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard:

"Your retro career melted"